#fangs Fogarty drabble

[just-another-ficwriter]

Prompts taken from this list

#1 - Holding their hands when they are shaking (Sweet Pea)

#2 - Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night (Sweet Pea)

#3 - Traveling long distance just to see them (Bucky Barnes)

#4 - Making their favourite meal when their having a hard day (Bucky Barnes)

#6 - Tucking your head into their neck during a hug (Bucky Barnes)

#7 - Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise (Sweet Pea)

#7 - Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise (Bucky Barnes)

#9 - Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you (Sweet Pea)

#11 - Telling the a dumb joke to see them smile (Sweet Pea)

#14 - Singing and dancing to their favorite song (Bucky Barnes)

#15 - Calming them down when they have a bad dream (Jughead Jones)

#18 - Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room (Bucky Barnes)

#20 - Washing their back/hair in the shower (Bucky Barnes)

#21 - Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain (Fangs Forgarty)

#27 - Leaving a plate of food in the microwave for when they have a late shift (Bucky Barnes)

#28 - Sharing a drink with them from the same straw (Sweet Pea)

#37 - Making sure to be quiet while they take a nap (Sweet Pea)

#46 - Giving them a back massage when they flop down on the couch or bed (Sweet Pea)

#48 - Getting them a coffee just the way they like it (Sweet Pea)

#49 - Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath (Bucky Barnes)

# 50 - Buying them a special treat when you go out shopping (Bucky Barnes)

[sweetfogarty]

Three’s Company (Sweet Pea x Reader; Fangs Fogarty x Reader)

Summary: Sweet Pea has always enjoyed being watched when he gets intimate, but lately he's been wondering what it would be like to do the watching, and so, in the depths of the university library, he watches you have sex with Fangs Fogarty.

Word count: 5.1K+

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+ only.

Author’s note: This was written for @riverdale-events‘ Kink Week 2019, under Theme Three (Across the Universe (of Paraphilias)). Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

The university library was quiet and cold, the stark overhead lights enough to give anyone a headache, let alone if they were hours deep in Shakespeare exam revision like you were. Your head was pounding, and as you looked longingly at your three empty coffee cups that adorned the table you were working at with Fangs, you realised the caffeine probably hadn’t helped your throbbing head.

It was late December, and with most students having left to return home for Christmas, you felt like one of the only students still slogging it out ready for your exams when you returned to your studies after the new year rolled in, and you were grateful that Sweet Pea and Fangs had agreed to stay for the extra few days before taking the long drive back to Riverdale with you.

You glanced across the table and caught Fangs’ eyes- he looked just as miserable as you did as he sat with his head against the headrest of his seat, staring at the ceiling. It was getting close to 11pm, and you’d been here since the late morning, telling yourselves that if you worked that bit harder, you could take more time off over Christmas and not feel guilty.

Fangs wasn’t himself after a long day at the library; he had faint dark circles under his eyes and his hair wasn’t styled in its usual quiff, but instead it sat messily across his forehead from running his hand through it in frustration.

You eyed Fangs carefully for a few more moments before slouching back into your seat with a loud sigh.

“You giving up too?” He asked from across the table, tearing his attention away from the ceiling towards your dishevelled form. You nodded reluctantly, pursing your lips together in response, shifting in your seat so that you could lean forward against the table on your elbows. Usually you’d be the two pushing each other to carry on, but right now both of you had resigned yourself to being done for the night. “Good, because I feel like an earthworm and there’s only so much longer I can spend looking at your ugly ass and this textbook before I go certifiably insane.”

You laughed from your chest, flicking your middle finger up at Fangs with a grin. “You wanna know something?” You asked, not caring whether your study partner would say yes or no, having the full intention of telling him anyway. “Firstly, you’re a dickhead. Secondly, this system is complete bullshit. We sit in classes for hours and spend even longer doing homework and making stupid notes on why Juliet is the sun, amongst other shit, for there to be literally no guarantee of a job. To be honest, I played myself, because they say that university ‘opens doors’, but the only damn doors I’m knocking at are all locked.”

Fangs looked at you profoundly, a smile playing at the ends of his lips as you groaned and slumped further against the table. “You need to get laid,” he mused, tidying up his notes and closing his textbook. “Speaking of getting laid, where’s Sweet Pea? Has he decided to ditch us already in search of a better life outside of the library?”

“He’s slacking, clearly,” you laughed with a shrug. “But he did text me half an hour ago saying he was on his way.”

“30 minutes ago?” Fangs asked confusedly, his voice booming in the silence that you’d been sat in. “You can literally see the library from your house, is he lost? Maybe all this studying has killed the last of his brain cells.”

“No, I’m not lost, you asshole,” Sweet Pea replied, appearing between the stacks of books with three coffee cups balanced precariously in his hands. “But maybe I’ll keep your coffee for myself now- I need it to replenish all these brain cells I’ve lost listening to your dumbassery.”

“I take it all back,” Fangs grinned, reaching out for his coffee which Sweet Pea pulled just out of his grasp. “Your brain is not completely dead, and there may be some hope left for you. Now, give me my coffee.”

Sweet Pea ducked, placing soft kiss to your forehead before handing you a warm take-away coffee cup. “A hot chocolate for you, because you clearly don’t need any more caffeine, angel,” he nodded towards the ornamental coffee cups with a playful smile. “And Fangs, you’re lucky that this coffee isn’t a gesture of good will, but is in fact a bribe, because I need help with my Macbeth essay.”

Fangs grabbed his coffee, taking a sip and exhaling a satisfied sigh at the taste. Sweet Pea had gone to the good coffee shop a few blocks in the opposite direction from campus, which explained why he was late.

“As much as I’d love to help as a thank you for this, I’ve mentally checked out for the night. I will help you tomorrow though,” Fangs smiled, clutching his coffee a little tighter. “But for now, I don’t want to hear any more talk about education, it’s making my brain ache even more and I want to enjoy this beautiful drink without being reminded of the guilt I’m ignoring about not studying right now.”

“You know, I might just drop out and sell pictures of my feet online,” you mused, sipping from your hot chocolate which was still impressively warm considering the distance Sweet Pea had travelled with it. “Or I’ll start a career on Porn Hub. Porn must be easier than this, and at least I’d have an actual job.”

Fangs snorted into his coffee, whilst Sweet Pea cocked an eyebrow, eyeing you over the brim of his cup with a dark look you knew all too well. “If you ever, and I mean ever, need someone to star in your videos as ‘young stud with a girthy cock’, I’m your man.”

Fangs’ widened eyes flicked between the two of you with a look of concern clearly adorning his face. “That was genuinely the worst thing you’ve ever said, Sweet Pea, I think you’ve put me off my coffee,” he groaned, setting his empty cup down on the table, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest dramatically. “Can you two just go home and bone already? I don’t know if I can do another session in the library tomorrow with this unresolved sexual tension distracting me from the heights of Shakespeare.”

Sweet Pea looked between the pair of you sat at the table. You were doodling in the back of your notebook with your coloured pens that you’d been using to make notes with earlier, and Fangs had regained his original position looking at the ceiling, pondering whether the library life was worth living anymore. The longer he stared, the more his idea seemed plausible and reasonable. Long nights in this dusty, quiet corner of the library surrounded by shelves of books, had zapped the life out of you both, and he wanted his best friends back on their top form for the Christmas festivities that were bound to take place back in Riverdale.

Once, during a game of drunken truth or dare, right at the beginning of your relationship with Sweet Pea during the dating stage, you’d admitted that you’d fantasied about what it would be like to be with Fangs, and Sweet Pea knew Fangs thought you were attractive, so the perfect storm was brewing.

Sweet Pea had always enjoyed the thrill of being watched during sex- you’d found that out when he asked you if you’d be willing to let him fuck you in the window of your dorm room during your first year of college. You’d been hesitant at first, but after some thought you’d agreed. That night was one of the most electric nights you’d ever had, and that night you saw a different side to him that you’d craved ever since.

It was a few weeks later, after some drinks at the Wyrm during the Easter break, that he’d suggested the idea of him watching you with someone else. The idea had come to Sweet Pea one night, and he hadn’t been able to shake it since. You’d been intrigued by the idea of your big brute of a boyfriend stepping aside to let you experiment with someone else for both of yours’ pleasure, considering he was protective at the best of times, and a little jealous at the worst, and so you agreed with little hesitation. If he wanted it as much as you did, you were willing to oblige.

It was now, in the depths of the top story of the library at the quietest time of year, that he saw an opportunity arising.

The library had become even quieter than it was when he’d arrived with the coffees and hot chocolate- nearly all the students were at home with their families and the staff were at the front desk, five floors down, moping about how they were still working so close to Christmas in this godforsaken place. The chances of you getting caught were slim, but the thrill made him want it even more.

It was now or never; an opportunity as golden as this would never arise again, and Sweet Pea hoped that you two were feeling wild enough, in your library haze, to agree.

“Guys,” he swallowed, pausing momentarily as he waited for your attention. “You both need a study break, right? I’ve got an idea, but you both have to trust me on this.”

“I trust you.” You smiled, putting the caps back on your pens as you sat up a little in your chair, interested at what was going through Sweet Pea’s head.

“I wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you, you fat lard, but I can feel myself getting closer to death with every second I spend in this chair, so I’ll bite,” Fangs shrugged, knitting his hands in his lap, though both of the knew that he trusted Sweet Pea with his life.

Sweet Pea laughed dryly as he took your hand and squeezed it gently. He was nervous to even present the idea to the two of you, and even more nervous to hear your reactions to it, but he knew he had to be confident to get you to agree. After finally steeling his resolve, he stood and made his way towards the corner of the library that held the old Law Reports from the 1800s. It was a corner that was not only notoriously quiet, but it was also out of the view of the CCTV cameras that were dotted across the ceiling, making timed rotations to ensure that students weren’t doing the exact thing Sweet Pea was about to propose.

“Why are we going over there?” Fangs asked loudly, causing Sweet Pea to whip his head around and shh him with a glare. “All this dust is going to send me into an asthma attack, and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s asbestos over here ready to give me lung disease.”

The library lights weren’t as bright over in the farthest corner of the library, blocked out by the ceiling high bookshelves, the majority of the light came in through the windows from the streetlights a few floors below. The yellowish hue made the boys’ skin look like caramel, but also highlighted the dust and cobwebs that covered the untouched, cloth bound books.

“He has a point, Sweet Pea,” you whispered as you came to a halt in a corner you were unfamiliar with, dragging your finger across a shelf before blowing the dust off the tip. “What are we doing over here? I thought you were giving us a study break, not a tour of the library.”

Sweet Pea paused, shoving his hands in his pockets as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. “Do you remember what we talked about over Easter?” He asked, placing a hand on your hip as he waited for a response. When you stared at him blankly, he sighed before continuing. “I said I wanted to watch.”

A grin spread across Sweet Pea’s face as you realised what he was referencing, and you almost choked on your words trying to comprehend his offer. “You want to watch, now? Here?” You asked. “With who? Fangs?”

“Wait, what are we doing right now with Fangs?” the shorter Serpent asked, looking between the two of you, his eyebrows furrowing. “What are you watching? What’s happening here? Why are we speaking in code?”

“Fangs be quiet for a second, please,” you told him. He held up his hands and turned his attention to Volume One of the 1876 American Law Reports, busying himself whilst you tried to work out what was going through Sweet Pea’s mind. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious,” Sweet Pea nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear that had fallen into your face. “There’s never going to be another opportunity like this, we both know it, doll. Do you still want to try?”

“Well, yeah,” you nodded enthusiastically, peeking over Sweet Pea’s shoulder at Fangs who was surprisingly engrossed in an ancient looking book. “But only if you’re okay with it.”

Fangs snapped his book shut, sliding it back into the lonely alcove before brushing his hands off, sending dust into the air around him. “If you’re okay with what, Sweet Pea?”

“You fucking my girlfriend.”

Fangs swallowed, blinking dazedly and fiddling nervously with the rings on his fingers as he rocked back and forth on his feet, wishing he’d never asked. “I don’t want to sleep with you,” he started, turning his attention to you, but fumbling over his words when he saw a slightly offended expression take over your usually kind face. “I mean I do. I mean… oh god I don’t know what I mean.” He ran his hands through hair, chewing on his lip awkwardly. Once he finally noticed the two of you grinning at him with a glint in your eyes that was anything but innocent, his heart stopped hammering as fast and he dropped his hands to his sides, a warmth spreading across his skin. “You’re gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but you’re Sweet Pea’s girlfriend and I’m not gonna do him dirty like that. I may be a snake by name, but not by nature.”

“But it’s not doing him dirty because we bothwant it,” you smiled, placing a hand on Sweet Pea’s chest as he snaked one around your waist, squeezing you tightly into his side. You gave Fangs an encouraging smile, softening your gaze to something more sultry. “Please Fangs, just say yes. For me?”

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Fogarty, we both know I’m not a sharer, so this is it. She wants you, you definitely want her too, and I’m playing nice- it’s a no brainer.”

Fangs studied you two for a moment, arm in arm, staring at him with a hopeful look in your eyes, as he tried to make sure that you weren’t playing some kind of elaborate prank on him, before he sucked up his confidence and answered you.

“Okay, okay, I’m in.”

A wide grin wove over Sweet Pea’s features as he detangled his arm from your form, turning you to face him in the process. He ducked his head down, kissing you softly with a hand on your cheek. “Keep it quiet- we don’t want anyone up here knowing what’s going on and ratting on us to security. I want this to last,” he reminded you with a hungry smile, gently pushing you towards Fangs with a slap to the ass. He settled a few feet away, leaning against the windowsill with his back and elbows, legs crossed lazily beneath him.

You knew Fangs wouldn’t make the first move, out of respect for Sweet Pea and their friendship, as well as his friendship with you, and so slowly you approached him. Something was different now; the air was thicker, hotter and full of an unspoken tension. After a few steps, you were face to face with the boy you knew so well, and he looked divine. “Can I touch you?”

Fangs nodded, a softened but excited look adorning his face. “Please.”

Goosebumps prickled up your arms as you snaked them around his neck, your fingers tangling into his hair like second nature. You knew there was a chance of you being caught, despite the fact that the library looked like a ghost town and that you were buried deep in the shelves, and the thrill sent a warmth between your legs. Despite the danger you wanted to savour the first few moments of this new experience and so your touches were soft and gentle, as if it was forbidden.

“You can touch me too,” you smiled, scratching his head in a spot that made him purr. “I’d like it if you did.”

Fangs threw a glance towards Sweet Pea, an unspoken look exchanged between them before he carefully settled his hands on your hips, squeezing them and pulling you closer to him. You let out a content sigh, pushing yourself against him as he dipped his head, stopping when there was a hair’s breadth between your lips.

You took a few moments to simply look at each other as his breath fanned across your face and he tried his hardest to hold back before he knew he wouldn’t be able to anymore. His honey-eyed look of adoration made the pit of your stomach stir, but the longer he stared, the darker his gaze got, and finally the stir in your stomach turned into a growing warmth between your legs.

He traced your jaw gently from your ear to your chin with the tips of his fingers, following the curve of your bottom lip with his thumb. With a fervency that almost knocked the air out of your lungs, he kissed you, clutching at your cheek with one hand whilst the other snaked around your lower back, hand creeping under your top and stilling, splay against the warm skin. Your back arched with the curve of his hand, feeling a warmth bubbling within you as you stood, your frame flush against Fangs’ muscular form.

Sweet Pea watched carefully as the kiss took place, noticing how your fingers tugged at Fangs’ hair and how he melted against you as you did so. He shifted against the windowsill, trying to get a better look as your chests pressed together and your hands dropped from Fangs’ hair, to his neck and shoulders. You let out a whimper as his hands moved to your ass, skimming all the curves of your body down on the way and squeezing it through your skirt. Sweet Pea grinned in response, his bottom lip coming between his teeth as he adjusted himself in his jeans, pleased that Fangs was finally getting into his stride.

“Touch me more,” you mumbled against the column of Fangs’ throat as you pulled away to catch your breath. “I want you to touch me.”

“Touch her,” Sweet Pea interjected from where he was stood with an eyebrow raised. “We’re in public, so we’re on borrowed time.”

With that in mind, Fangs found some determination to take control of the situation. He dipped his hand downwards and beneath your skirt, pushing the material of your lavender coloured panties aside to rub your clit with the tip of his pointer finger. The grin on Sweet Pea’s face widened as your knees buckled beneath you and you clung to Fangs’ shoulders to hold yourself upright.

“Holy shit,” you moaned quietly, letting your head fall back and your mouth hang open. Fangs’ lips attached to the newly exposed skin, leaving wet kisses along your throat. You felt him smile against your skin as he elicited another whine from you, the high-pitched noise coming out louder than any of the other noises you’d made before.

Fangs’ hand came across your mouth as he kissed up your throat, leaving purpling marks as he did so. Fangs sucked forcefully on your pulse point and nipped at the skin above the vein, making you buck against him involuntarily as you writhed in his grasp. Your arms erupted in goose bumps and your toes curled inside your shoes, another whimper finding its way out of you, but this time caught by Fangs’ hand across your mouth. “Be quiet, princess,” he told you as he nipped at your ear. “Or this whole thing is over, and I’ll leave you wondering what I could have done to you.”

You nodded keenly and pushed yourself into his fingertips on your clit, your own hands reaching down to fumble with his belt and jeans.

Sweet Pea stepped a little closer as Fangs pressed you up against the windowsill, fisting your skirt into a bunch up around your hips, his lips reconnecting with yours in a bruising kiss. You dragged your fingers down Fangs’ arms, following the curve of his biceps, your gaze dropping downwards when he removed his fingers from your clit. Your eyes scrunched tightly shut as he slipped two fingers into your opening, his thumb replacing where his finger was before, rubbing lazy circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Take your shirt off,” he murmured against your lips with a commanding tone in his voice, pausing for a brief moment with a grin twisting at his lips when he saw your eyes widen. “Or are you too scared we’ll get caught?”

You shot him a defiant look, glancing over at Sweet Pea who was watching you with a look that was filled with mirth and an interest to see whether you would comply with Fangs’ challenge.

You shot him a wink before you pulled your top off, revealing a lacy lavender bra that matched your panties. You pushed up onto your toes, bringing the swell of your chest up towards Fangs’ face, a playful look in your eyes as your hands cupped your breasts.

“Like what you see?” You asked, with a purposeful lust in your voice, lips pouty and eyes innocent.

Fangs hummed in agreement, using his free hand to pull the straps off your shoulders and the cups down. He ducked his head downwards, taking a nipple in his mouth as he sucked, his tongue rolling across it and his teeth gently biting at the sensitive bud. Fangs looked up at you through his thick, black eyelashes, curling his fingers inside of you, a dirty look engulfing his face as you let out a strangled whine and a blush flushed across your chest and neck, settling onto your cheeks.

“Fuck, Fangs,” you moaned through gritted teeth, trying your hardest to stay quiet as your fingers threaded through his hair, brushing the stands that had fallen into his face away. “Take your trousers off, please.”

With his free hand, he pushed down his jeans and boxers just enough to free his cock, you hand immediately running down his chest and taking it into your grasp, rolling your thumb over the tip, eliciting a hiss from him. Slowly, you began to stoke him, watching as his face contorted into something filled with ecstasy and he groaned against your chest, sending a bolt of electricity straight to where his fingers were fucking you.

He pulled his lips away from your breast with a lewd pop, standing back up to full height, thrusting into your hands, frustrated at how agonisingly slowly you were stroking him. Fangs’ forehead dropped against your shoulder as he pressed butterfly kisses to your collarbones, whispering profanities against the rosy skin. Between his hand working between your legs and the kisses against your sensitive skin, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach with both ends of the rope being pulled, ready for it to come loose all at once.

“Fangs,” you whispered breathlessly into his ear, causing him to shudder. “Pull your trousers down some more, or are you too scared we’ll get caught?”

Fangs’ head snapped up, his gaze meeting yours, a challenging look weaving its way across your face as your head dropped to the side, waiting for his next move. “Touché, your wish is my command, angel.”

You whined at the loss of contact as Fangs removed his hands to pull his trousers and boxers down further, clenching your thighs together to try to emulate the sensation, but it was nothing compared to the magic that had been coming from his fingers.

Confusedly, Fangs’ attention was drawn away from you as he felt a tap on his arm, looking around to see Sweet Pea holding out a neat foil packet. He nodded in thanks, shooting his best friend a smile as he rolled the packet between his fingers.

Sweet Pea stepped back, nodding back at Fangs in response, returning to his spot at the windowsill a few panes up from the window you were at. His demeanour was relaxed as he leaned against the wood of the window frame, his tongue caught between his teeth in anticipation of what was to come.

Fangs didn’t want to rush the moment, and had you been in private he would have done all sorts of nasty things to you that he knew would make you weak at the knees, but he was acutely aware that you were in public and that with every second that passed, the more likely it was that security would sweep the floor and discover the two of you wrapped up in each other with Sweet Pea watching, so, as you pressed butterfly kisses to the column of his throat, he rolled the latex condom down the length of his cock that was thick with lust.

As Fangs guided his cock between your legs, you met Sweet Pea’s gaze over his shoulders, both of your eyes pooling with lust. His bottom lip was sore and swollen from biting it as he watched you, and you could clearly see the bulge in his trousers, pushing against the jeans and tenting the material. He was clearly aching to be touched, and you knew that after this was over with Fangs, your night would continue with Sweet Pea. The smirk on his lips confirmed your thoughts and you moaned into Fangs’ shoulder at the thought of it, your hands weaving around his wide back, ready for what was to come.

“Fuck me Fangs,” you whispered, your breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “I know you’ve thought about what it would be like, so fuck me.”

A groan rumbled from the deepest part of Fangs’ chest in response. You were right- he’d thought about it late at night before, wondering what it would be like to find himself between your thighs, to hear his name rolling off your lips like silk, and now it was finally a reality. He knew he shouldn’t think about it, but there was something so enticing about you. You were the forbidden fruit, and he wanted a taste so badly.

With his cock at your entrance, he slowly sunk in, wanting to remember what that moment felt like forever, but his thoughts quickly vanished into nothing and he could only focus on how tight and warm you felt around him. He stilled for a few moments, breathing deeply as he attempted to control himself from ravaging you there and then, before beginning to thrust at a controlled pace.

His hand dipped downwards, fingertips working small, neat circles on your clit quickly as he thrusted, watching your face become a picture of bliss. With one hand on his back and the other splay against the glass, you pulled him against you tightly, wrapping a leg up and around his waist to steady yourself and let him get closer. You wanted to feel as much as of him as you could, in case you never got the chance to again.

Fangs’ free hand came around your throat, squeezing a perfect amount of pressure, thumb and fingertip curving upwards to press into the pressure point just behind your ears, dizzying you in way that made every movement he was making feel so much more intense, the sensation electrifying every nerve in your body.

Fangs’ thrusts began to pick up speed as he felt himself grow needy, chasing a release, his muscles tensing beneath your hands every time he thrusted into you, each one becoming more bruising and intense than the last.

The exhilaration of getting caught by security or being seen through the window along with Fangs’ movements overwhelmed your senses, and you could feel yourself come undone as you met Sweet Pea’s gaze over Fangs’ shoulder through your hooded eyes, your nails leaving crescent moons in Fangs’ caramel silk skin and your knees buckling beneath you.

You kept your eyes locked onto him as you came, and he cursed under his breath, running one hand through his hair whilst adjusting his jeans with the other, the material feeling increasingly tight as he cock grew thicker with every second that he had to watch. In that moment, it wouldn’t have been hard for him to come over and intervene, wanting to have his way with you too, but he remained leaning against the windowsill, waiting for Fangs to finish before he approached.

It didn’t take long before Fangs joined you in ecstasy, his chest heaving, and hair matted against his forehead which glistened with afterglow.

After a few moments, Fangs pulled out, knotting the condom before pulling up his trousers and handing you your top. It was quiet between the three of you, and before he could step away, you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips as a thank you.

Sweet Pea’s approach had been almost silent and unnoticed by the pair of you. He placed a hand on Fangs’ shoulder, shaking him in a brotherly manner with a smile twisting at his tips, before pulling you in for a heated kiss which left you feeling breathless.

“I really fucking liked it,” he mumbled against you lips, grabbing your hand and guiding it to his bulge. “That was unbelievable, holy shit.” Sweet Pea let out a rumble of a groan as you squeezed his bulge, his eyes darkening and his gaze becoming something dangerous. “If you’re finished studying for the night, we can go back to my place. My roommate won’t mind, hell, after that, he might even join in.”

Fangs’ head snapped up at the inference, his cheeks flushed and skin looking like honeyed in the light. “Fuck yeah he won’t mind.”

[southsidewrites]

Fangs’ Fangs (Fangs x Reader)

A request from @thecaptainsgingersnap​ from the Tricks and Treats mini game.  This is a Fangs x Jones Reader, and for the sake of the fic, I made Jellybean a fair bit younger. Written for Theme 3, Seasonal Celebrations of Tricks and Treats and Theme 1, Classics for Falloween.

18. “I went trick-or-treating, but I didn’t get any Hershey’s. Could you share some kisses?”

Fangs x Reader | 527 words

“Jellybean, slow down!” you called, jogging slightly to catch up with her.  This year, the little girl had decided to go as a robot. While it had taken hours to painstakingly construct the massive cardboard costume, the blinking lights covering her head at least made her easy to spot on the dimly lit Southside streets.

“But I don’t want to slow down,” she whined, turning back and giving you a look that she had clearly learned from Jughead. “We still have two more whole blocks to go!”

You groaned, pulling your coat more tightly around yourself and picking up the pace. “Fine, but when we get to the Fogarty’s house, we’re taking a break!”

She was already darting ahead, her bulky costume nearly knocking a toddler off the sidewalk. “So, you can kiss your boyfriend?” she teased.

“Maybe I will, but that’s none of your business,” you muttered under your breath.  More than anything, you were looking forward to getting a break from your sister’s mad dash between houses.  That, and a mug of his mom’s homemade apple cider that she made every Halloween.

When you got to Fangs’ house, you couldn’t contain your smile when you saw him handing out candy on the porch.  He was dressed as a vampire—plastic fangs and all.  As soon as he saw your coming, he grinned.

“Well look who we have here,” he mused, looking down at Jellybean’s costume. “You must be a robot.”

“I am!” She held out her pumpkin-shaped bucket. “Trick or treat!”

Laughing, he gave her a small handful of candy, making her jaw drop.

“Wow, thanks, Fangs!”

“Anytime, kid. You guys hanging out for a while? I bet my mom has a pumpkin muffin for you inside.” He was still talking to Jellybean, but his gaze had flicked to you, and you felt a hot blush creeping up your neck.

Her eyes went wide. “Extra candy and a muffin? We better come back here on the way back.” Grinning, she dashed inside, her robot costume barely fitting through the door.

As soon as she was out of sight, you climbed the steps onto the porch, letting Fangs pull you into an embrace. “Hey you,” your murmured, kissing him on the cheek.

“How’s trick or treating going?” he asked, the cheap plastic fangs in his mouth giving him a slight lisp. “Having fun?”

You rolled your eyes. “Are you going to take those damn Fangs out?”

“Why should I?” he asked, grinning mischievously.

“Well, despite spending hours trick or treating, I haven’t got a single Hershey’s.” You grinned, standing up on your tiptoes, your lips brushing against his jaw. “Think you could share some kisses?”

“Oh, I can absolutely help you with that.” He leaned in to press his lips into yours.

Just before his lips reached yours, though, you pulled back, making a face. “Not with those fangs in, babe.”

“But my costume,” he whined. “The fangs are what makes it come to life.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “Costume or kisses.  You can’t have both.”

She shrugged, his lips curving into a grin. “Costume it is, then.  Happy Halloween, babe!”

“Fangs!”

“I’m kidding!”

[lonely-full-of-secrets]

Love Sacrificed (Fangs Fogarty x Reader)

Word Count: 1519

Summary: Fangs sacrifices your relationship for your future

A/n: written for the daily one word prompt challenge on the southsidearchive discord. Prompt: sacrifice 

As a Southsider, you know the risks of getting involved with the Serpents. You grew up knowing the risks, nobody had to tell you twice. But despite knowing what could happen, no one prepares you for the emotional tolls it can have on you. Loving a Serpent is dangerous. 

You knew this going into your relationship with Fangs Fogarty. He was the son of a Serpent which meant he would be one too, but you didn't care. When one falls in love, nothing else matters and nothing or nobody can keep them apart. 

You and Fangs have been dating for almost four years. Freshman year of high school was when you met him. He didn't have much confidence back then. It was actually kind of adorable the way he stumbled over his words trying to ask if you had a partner for a project that wasn't even due for a couple of months. 

Now, he was a cocky son of bitch. Fangs already knows how much you love him and it just feeds his ego whenever you remind him. Don't let that fool you though, he's still that adorable dork you met freshman year, only with a lot more confidence. 

Even though you're not a member of the Serpents, a lot of your friends are. In fact, most of the people you know are either Serpents or they're dating someone who is one. You're all there for each other when needed. It's like having one huge family despite the hardships suffered by everyone who is in one way or another connected to the gang. 

Things with Fangs have never been weird. Sure you’ve had your disagreements like most other couples but you rarely, if ever, fought. So when he came over one night and picked a fight over something so small and insignificant you knew something was wrong.

Things just escalated from there. At first it was a lot of bickering, until it wasn't. Soon it was full fledged angry yelling at each other. All the time. 

This was the summer before college. You thought it’d be full of fun and adventure with impromptu road trips and going to amusement parks. But the only rollercoaster you were riding was an emotional one. One where the screams were not filled with excitement but rather of anger and resentment. 

Everyday you drifted further and further apart and it was starting to be too painful to bear. So, you decided to confront him about it. You waited for him in his trailer until he got home.

When you first arrived you sat on his couch running what you were going to say through your mind. But every possible scenario you imagined ended badly. 

The air felt hot and thick. You started breathing heavily but it just burned your nose and throat. You ran to the window and yanked it open. The hot summer air did nothing to sooth your breathing difficulties. So, you went to the freezer to breathe in its cool air. After about a minute or two, you felt better and finally shut the freezer door. 

You didn’t need your mind wandering into dark places again. Instead you busied myself by tidying up the place a bit. Not that it really needed it. Fangs was a really clean guy. 

As you were wiping down his counters, you heard the key turn in the lock and Fangs appeared behind the door. 

He seemed pleasantly surprised to see you. “Y/n? I didn’t know you’d be here. If I did I would have bought some food on my way home,” he kissed your cheek and went to his fridge. 

The kiss had surprised you. He hadn’t done that in a while. Before this summer, Fangs always found any excuse he could to kiss you. But ever since he came home from a particular Serpent run, things changed. 

That made you question what really happened that day. You told him you didn’t want to know what he did on those runs. You preferred to be left in the dark about that part of his life. Not just because it was safer that you didn't know, but because you selfishly wanted to preserve the image of that sweet, innocent, dorky boy you met Freshman year of high school.

But you also reminded him that if he ever needed someone to talk to about it, you’d be there for him with open ears. He never did though. 

His hot and cold personality was confusing you. You never knew which Fangs to expect. Right now you were just glad he at least didn't seem annoyed that you showed up uninvited and unannounced, unlike last time. 

You leaned against the counter and sighed. “Fangs, what are we doing?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

“What do you mean?” he wondered, not looking at you but still searching for something edible in his refrigerator. 

You fidgeted with your fingers before taking the plunge and just getting it out there. “All the fighting. Lately it just feels like we’re miles away from each other. I hate it.”

He paused what he was doing and stood and held the refrigerator door open as he looked at you, suddenly disinterested in the conversation. “I don’t know what you want me to say. Maybe we’re just growing apart.” Then he looked back to the fridge. 

You blinked back and stood up straight, heart beating faster. Moments passed and he still didn't look at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you finally asked, afraid of his answer. 

He avoided your gaze as he said, “It means I think we should break up.”

Those words hurt like hell. It nearly broke you, but at the same time it infuriated you. 

You scoffed a laugh. “Seriously? That's it? Three and a half years and you can't even have the decency to look at me while you break my heart. Because that's what you just did. I gave you everything, my trust, my love. I bared my soul to you, told you things I could barely admit to myself, and this is what I get in return?” You didn’t scream at him. You didn’t need to, he heard the conviction in your voice loud and clear. 

“I know things haven't been right for a long time. But I can't help you if you don't tell me what’s wrong. I want to be there for you Fangs, like you have been for me. So tell me. Tell me what's wrong and we can work through it together.”

He scoffed in annoyance, “But that's just it.” He finally looked up at you. “I don't want you to.”

You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion. “Why not? Please, just help me understand. I love you, Fangs. I thought we needed each other?”

“Yeah well, I don’t need you anymore.” His face was expressionless. You couldn’t get a read on him like you usually could. Fangs wore his expressions openly. It’s what made him bad a poker.

You felt hot tears sting your eyes but you refused to let them slip past. “I thought you loved me?”

He remained silent. He didn’t know what to say to that. What could he say? He was already breaking your heart enough as it was. Telling you he never loved you would not only ruin you but him too. He couldn’t say those words. 

Your tears were free falling now. They wouldn’t stay back anymore. “I could say that I wished I’d never met you, but that would be a lie. Even though this hurts, I will never regret loving you Fangs. Just remember you were the one who did this to us.”

You turned to leave but when you got to the front door Fangs finally cracked, the pain and frustration clear in his voice. “Do you know how hard it's been trying to push you away when you're the love of my life? I want nothing more than to spend my life by your side,” he shouted.

You didn’t dare look back at him. Not if he was only giving you false hope in his confession. “So why don't you?”

He sighed and whispered as if you two weren’t the only ones in the room. “You deserve better. A better life away from the Serpents, away from the poverty and the violence. Look at me,” he turned you around to face him as he cupped your face in his hands, “you are meant for so much more than this piece of shit town. I just want to protect you from it.”

He wiped away more tears that fell from your eyes. “You will never let this go will you?”

He shook his head, his own tears spilling over.

You leaned into him for at least one last kiss. At least he gave you that. It was soft and tender but didn’t last nearly as long as you would have wanted it to. Fangs pulled you away from him and said, “Goodbye Y/n.”

It hurt you deeply but you turned and left his trailer, leaving your shattered heart there with him.

[princesweetpea]

Wind Blows Cold

“I love this song,” Fangs jumped from his seat and began to move his hips to the beat that bumped through the speakers, earning some laughter-filled encouragement from Sweet Pea and Toni. “This is Earth, Wind & Fire’s best album for sure.” The smile left Sweet Pea’s face almost instantly and was replaced with confusion.

“No, I Am is their best album.” Sweet Pea countered. Fangs stopped his movements and scrunched his nose up.

Toni sighed, taking another swig of her beer. “Here we go.”

“That’s the Way of the World is even statistically their best-ranked album to date, dude.”

“Whoever they asked has it all wrong. I Am has the best collection of songs out of their entire discography.” Sweet Pea scoffed.

“You’re telling me that you don’t like That’s the Way of the World?” Fangs interrogated.

“I never said that… It just happens to be the one Earth, Wind & Fire album I don’t own on vinyl.” Sweet Pea shrugged. Fangs’ face fell.

“You clearly have a skewed music taste.” Fangs retorted.

“You wound me, brother,” Sweet Pea feigned hurt as he placed his hand over his heart. “But actually –”

“Boys,” Toni interrupted, not interested in hearing the pair pointlessly bicker any further. “You’re a few decades too late for this argument. Who cares?” The pair waved Toni off as they continued to argue.

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“What’s this? You didn’t have to get me anything.” Sweet Pea grinned as he took the thin, brightly wrapped gift from his best friend.

“Don’t pretend to be modest, pea brain. Happy birthday.” Fangs punched him playfully on the shoulder.

“Did Toni help you pick it out?” Sweet Pea joked.

“I did not offer my services on this one,” Toni raised her hands in surrender. He grinned as he took the small card that was tucked underneath a bit of ribbon. He carefully opened the envelope.

Only the best for my best pal. Happy birthday. – Fangs

“Aw, buddy.” Sweet Pea chuckled, clapping Fangs on the shoulder.

“Open it already!” Toni encouraged excitedly. Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. He always felt uncomfortable unwrapping gifts in front of people, and this time was no exception as he haphazardly tore the paper off, revealing a near mint-condition vintage record: That’s the Way of the World by Earth, Wind & Fire. Sweet Pea stared down at the vinyl, a wide grin plastered on his face.

“Thanks, I hate it.” Sweet Pea joked before pulling Fangs into a tight hug. “Thank you, seriously. Now my Earth, Wind & Fire collection is complete.”

“Now your music taste has only improved.” Fangs smirked as he pulled away, clapping him on the back.

__________________________________________

Sweet Pea drunkenly stumbled over to his record player, placing a hand on the side to steady himself as he flipped through his collection with the other. He froze as he stopped on the same sleeve that he had every night since… Since. He carefully removed the sleeve and placed it on the turntable, flipping the switch and positioning the needle on the brink of the disk. The beginning thrum of notes in Shining Star echoed through his trailer as he pushed himself backward, fumbling for the whiskey bottle he had nabbed from Hog Eye’s stash. He staggered over to the armchair in the corner, basically falling into it as he took a swig from the bottle. His eyes wandered to the faced-down picture frame on the table beside him, and he hesitated to reach for it. His hand shook as he flipped it over; the broken glass of the frame slightly obstructed the happy faces of him and his best friend. My best friend. A cold wind blew through his open window, drying the fresh tears on his cheeks. Now you’re gone. He chuckled bitterly as he assessed the state of himself, taking another swig before slamming the frame back onto the table. Just fucking gone.

[xserpentlife]

Wrong Turn

Requested: @cokecola4211 : Riverdale imagine being from the Northside and from an uptight family that hates the southside and stuff way of life strict upbringing and the only time she can let loose is when she party's at the Wyrm in secret and dresses in black unless she gets home on time before curfew and stuff like that and she has a major crush on Fangs who she walks home w/ every night.

A/N: I am so sorry I have been gone I will hopefully be back completely now but I do go on vacation next week so we will see. I hope you guys like this story I absolutely love it. Thanks to my beta @wayward-river

Warnings: None that I can think of. Cursing?

Word Count: About 2688

Your parents kept the southside hidden your entire life, only ever going through town on the Northside and never once crossing the line. The Northside was all you ever knew, well at least for a while until the day you went for a run around the whole town. That was the day you met your best friends.

That one day you did was the day you met some of your best friends in the entire world. You were never one to hang out with many of the Northsiders you only really ever got along with Jughead who you soon learned was actually from the Southside. From the beginning, you connected with everyone so much more than anyone you have ever met. The Southside was like a second home for you maybe even the home that meant the most.

*Flashback*

Your morning run was the one thing that could keep your mind off of everything, you decided to take a different route than you were used to. When you started running your dad would always go with you, following behind keeping an eye out. You remembered back to the time that he told you not to make a turn because it leads to Sweetwater river which was dangerous. You followed his rule every morning never making that turn even when he didn’t go with you, but something was different this time you wanted an adventure, so you took the turn.

You never saw water wherever you were, your dad must’ve lied it looked like you were in a town much like the Northside, just less prissy. You continued your run looking around at where you were taking in the new sights you were seeing. Until a guy stopped you. You were deep into what you soon learned was the Southside.

“What are you doing running around here alone”

“I uh I just took a wrong turn thought Sweetwater river was down here”

“No, Sweetwater is up around the other edge of the Northside”

“I’m sorry my dad must’ve gotten it wrong”

“What do you mean”

“He told me never to take the turn and run down here. He told me that Sweetwater was dangerous, but I wanted an adventure so I took the turn. I didn’t expect a whole other town.”

“Wait you’ve never seen this side of town”

“What do you mean this side?”

“You're from Riverdale right?”

“Yeah”

“This is the Southside”

“What’s the Southside?”

“Well you’ve probably heard your side of town being called the Northside, well this is the Southside”

“Why would my dad lie?” “Eh, Northsiders tend to hate us. They don’t understand us”

“Oh well I’m sorry for intruding”

“It’s not a problem”

“Then why did you stop me?”

“Well most people wouldn’t run around the Southside with headphones in and no protection”

“Protection?”

“Yeah… you know what nevermind”

“No, tell me I have nothing better to do”

“Alright well why don’t you come to the Whyte Wyrm with me”

“The Whyte Wyrm?”

“It’s a bar”

“You want me to go to a bar I’m not even…” “What? Old enough? Don’t worry about it no one is”

“But my parents”

“Tell them you're at a study group or you took a trip to Greendale or something”

“Alright”

“Really?” “Yeah why not”

“You trust me just like that”

“Eh you seem cool plus if you wanted to kill me you would’ve taken me down the alley right there… so unless that’s your plan I’d say I'm pretty safe”

“Touche”

“Wait…”

“You alright Princess?”

“First of all, I am not a Princess. Second I just wanna know what your name is?”

“Oh it’s Fogarty but you can call me Fangs”

“Wow and just when I thought you weren’t cringy…”

“Hey… if we play our cards right we could be endgame”

“Oh my god let’s go Fangs” You started walking away realizing that you didn’t know where you were going before he forcefully pulled you back. “Hey! What was that for!”

“Uh, it was nothing just uh… you're going the wrong way is all”

“Oh well, then you lead the way” It was the end of the afternoon at this point. You talked as you slowly made your way to the Whyte Wyrm. You eventually walked up to a building with a bunch of bikes parked outside, and guys wearing black with beards and leather jackets. You felt out of place… at least your outfit was a black sweatshirt and leggings though.

You spent a few hours at the Wyrm losing track of time during the whole thing. You talked to Fangs, and he stayed with you through it all. He even introduced you to his friends Toni and Sweet Pea. You looked at your phone hearing it ring a few times. You saw 10 missed calls from your mother and father so you stepped outside. You called them back and as soon as they picked up the yelling ensued. You apologized saying you fell asleep after watching the movie after you finished studying and lost track of the time, and you promised to be home soon. You didn’t want to leave Fangs or his friends. You got along with them so well and you hadn’t had that for a while. But you knew you had to leave, it was too good to be true. Fangs came out as you were about to start walking home.

“Hey… wait!”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m sorry Fangs, I need to go home”

“Let me walk you”

“I can’t what if I get caught”

“Say I was from the study group… at least let me walk you to the end of your street, please. I can’t let you walk home alone”

“Okay”

“Wait…”

“What Fangs I gotta go”

“Your name…  you never told me”

“It’s Y/N”

“Eh I think I’ll stick with princess”

“I’m not a princess Fogarty”

“Whatever you say, Princess”

“You are impossible… now let’s go I gotta get home”

“Alright”

*End Flashback*

It had been three weeks since that first day that you met Fangs Fogarty, and your life had changed so much. You finally felt like you had friends who actually cared about your friends you could hang out with a feel normal. The Southside became your home. You knew the people there… you held conversations walked with them places. You were as much a part of the Southside as they were a part of you. At first, it was hard you felt like you didn’t belong. Hell, you didn’t think you would be invited that night a few days later but Fangs had surprised you. You learned he watched all day from afar till your parents left just so he could invite you to go dancing and hang out at the Wyrm. Of course, you said yes. Now a few days a week you would hang out with Fangs, Toni, and Sweet Pea whether it be at the Wyrm or the quarry it didn’t matter. Every Friday the Wyrm is where you were dancing in your tight black outfit and heeled boots. You remember that first night you went dancing like it was yesterday… because that is when it all started.

*Flashback*

A knock on your bedroom window scared the shit out of you making you stop the dancing you had been doing. You looked over to see Fangs knocking. You ran over opening it and letting him climb in.

“Fangs what the fuck!”

“Well hi to you too”

“You scared the living shit out of me Fogarty!” You smacked him on the arm before crossing your arms over your chest.

“Stop, Y/N…” “Why are you here”

“What not happy to see me?”

“Really…”

“Look I just… I wanted to talk to you again I tried asking around seeing if anyone had your number cause ya know I didn’t wanna be a weirdo and come here but of course no one knew you, and Jughead didn’t have your number so I just decided to come here”

“Okay but that doesn’t explain to me why you’re here”

“Well everyone wants to hang again I just wanted to see if you wanted to come dancing at the Wyrm tonight. Friday the Wyrm turns more into a club then a bar figured maybe you'd like to join”

“I don’t dance”

“Really because I saw you dancing in here about 5 minutes ago and I’d say you can dance Princess”

“You… you saw that”

“I did which means you can dance, and you are coming with me tonight”

“Oh am I”

“Please”

“Fine Fogarty I’ll come. Wait downstairs while I get dressed”

“Okay” You went into your closet grabbing out the things you never god to wear. Being from the Northside it was constant color. You never wanted to be the weird girl so you wore as much color as you could stand, but at the Wyrm you knew you could be yourself. So you chose to throw on an old large ripped Metallica t-shirt and some maroon thigh high boots. You walked downstairs and looked for Fangs seeing the back door open in your kitchen. You walked through and saw Fangs standing looking out and watching a bird in a tree.

“Hey, you ready Fogarty?”

“Yeah I’m... “ He turned around slowly pausing in the middle of his sentence just staring at you.

“You alright”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good sorry uh I’m ready yeah follow me” “To where aren't we walking we can just go out the gate”

“Not this time” You followed Fangs out the front door of your house locking it up behind you. You watched Fangs walk down to a bike.

“Your kidding”

“Nope”

“Great well I’m gonna die tonight”

“Princess you aren't gonna die”

“Fangs! Again with the Princess shit”

“What! You can’t yell at me when you literally look like a fucking princess tonight”

“Get on the fucking bike Fogarty… now, before I change my mind alright”  He quickly mounted the bike and you followed swiftly behind. He turned the bike on the engine revving.

“Hold on tight Y/N” You did as you were told no complaints coming from you. You realized how nice it was holding onto Fangs, how much you enjoyed it

*End Flashback*

Your phone buzzed as you finished getting dressed for the Wyrm.

I’m here get your ass out here. I don’t got time to wait, Princess, let’s go we’re already late

You walked outside to see Fangs sitting on his bike waiting for you.

“You’re late not me Fangs”

“Okay I was just trying to get you out of the house faster, also all this doesn’t get done very quickly” he motioned to himself.

“You are so cringy, Fogarty”

“You know it…. Now get your ass on this bike”

“I’m coming, calm your ass down” You slowly made your way to the Wyrm the night already started considering you guys were a few hours later than usual. You walked in the music already blaring and Toni handing a drink to you. After a few drinks and talking with everyone you started feeling a buzz. You wanted to dance so you went to the floor when Fangs went to the bathroom. The music taking over your head as you danced. Fangs slowly joined you grabbing you from around the back. You often danced together but you were both slightly tipsy on a night you wouldn’t usually drink. You both got closer and closer as each song came. You hadn’t realized your foreheads were pressed together until you opened your eyes and stared straight back into Fangs’. The feelings hit hard. You didn’t wanna be without him after that first night. You liked Fangs, and you liked him more every second you were with him. You tried for weeks to push them away but nothing was working. You liked him and the off chance of him not liking you back killed you. You knew he cared about you as a friend, but you knew that was most likely the only way he did. So you ripped away from him running out of the Wyrm for air. You had to get home.

You didn’t care that he was the one to always walk you, all you cared about was getting away from the Wyrm and the feelings that crowded your mind and your heart. You started your walk home and soon heard steps and screams from behind you.

“I thought we were over you just leaving after that first night”

“I just… I had to go. I need to get home”

“Again with this… So you were just gonna leave, not say goodbye”

“I’m sorry Fangs. I didn’t wanna say goodbye”

“You didn’t have to you know I like walking you home”

“I can’t Fangs I’m sorry to get your bike or go back to the party I am going home I don’t need you to walk me”

“What is going on with you. I am not leaving”

“Why can’t you just let me fucking walk home on my own I am not a fucking damsel in distress, that is gonna get captured and need saving or some shit!”

“ I fucking know that Y/N. But I care about you too much to just let you leave. I fucking love you and if I wasn’t there and something happened to you that I could’ve prevented I couldn’t live with myself. That is why I walk you home. I walk you home cause I fucking care okay!”

“Wait… You said…”

“That I care, yeah cause I do”

“No, you said you loved me”

“I… I, uh I’m sorry just call me when you get home” He started walking away but you had to know if it was true.

“Fogarty wait”

“Is it… are you… do you… I mean, do you love me… nevermind there's no way” He turned around and ran towards you his hands cupping your face and before you realized his lips were connected with your own the heat running through his hands and through your body. The warmth you felt every time he would hold your hand, or when you wrap your arms around his body while on the bike. Everything with him felt warm… this was your warmth, he was your warmth. He pulled away slowly his forehead laying flat against your own.

“Do you believe me now?”

“Eh kind of” He kissed you again his lips passionately almost harshly pressing against your own.

“Can I walk you home now?”

“Of course” You walked to your house hand in hand. It felt right with him. Everything was always right with him and you knew that. Not before long you are stood in front of your front gate. He looked at you and you looked up into his eyes his hand coming and resting on your cheek before he pulled you in while landing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“So maybe we really are endgame Fogarty”

“We definitely are Princess and you know it”

After a quick passionate kiss on your lips, he looked into your eyes and told you he would pick you up tomorrow for your first date. You were stoked. Fangs was the one person you could be your complete self around. You are so grateful you felt adventurous and kept running that one day cause if you didn’t you never would’ve met him.

[miss-wanderlustwriter]

River Serpent (Drabble-ish)

Fangs Fogarty x Reader

#64 What happened back there? #60 You look like you could use a hug.

(A/N: Okay so I get a bit carried away with my drabbles sometimes...)

The soles of your vintage vans scuffed along the empty corridor towards the student lounge. The muffled laughs of your friends floated down the hallway and straight past you. All you could hear were Cheryl’s viscous snipes rattling around your brain.

“You can’t be a River Vixen and associated with snakes Y/N, I won’t allow it,” Her cherry lips caressed every word.

“You can’t be serious Cheryl? They’re my friends!” The pitch in your voice rising in disbelief.

“So were we.” She cut you off, she had already made up her mind. “Just leave your uniform in the locker room, you won’t be needing it.”

“Cheryl please.” You still begged, although instantly regretted it, and she gave you a once over as though you were purely there for her inconvenience.

“We’re done here. Ta ta Serpent bitch.” And with a wiggle of her fingers she spun on her heels and fluttered back to the girls, not caring that they had just witnessed the whole exchange.

You turned and fled out of the gym to the lockers, making sure no one could see your tears. Cheerleading was your life, how could she so easily rip it away from you. But then you took a moment, and you faced the prospect of losing your friends, and that caused your heart to plummet, threatening a much more painful outcome.

How could you go a day without seeing your best friend Toni, just the sight of her rose coloured hair and camera in hand was enough to cheer you up. You had been each others closest confidants since she scared away the bullies picking on you in pre-school.

Or what would you do without the looming figure of Sweet Pea over you, ready and waiting to protect you from anyone that posed a danger to his true family.

And then there was the boy who held your heart; Fangs. Not that he knew of course. The thought of not being able to tease him or laugh with him or just see his deep brown eyes everyday sent a wave of nausea through you.

No, you would not give any of them up, they were your friends, your family and you loved them with every fibre of yourself.

With the echo of Cheryl clouding your ears and the image of Fangs blurring your vision, you arrived in the lounge. You didn't even realise everyone was staring at your seemingly zombified state until Toni's voice pulled you into the present.

"Y/N? What happened back there?" She referred to seeing Cheryl not so politely hurl you into practise. Little did she know to only throw you back out again almost instantly.

"Where's your cheerleading uniform?" Fangs piped up before you could form words and your gaze shot from Toni over to him leaning forward in the armchair, his dark chocolate eyes fixed on you.

He loved you in that outfit; although he had never admitted it. But the way your skirt swirled around your thighs with your every move always had his mind racing, with not entirely innocent scenarios.

As the question slipped from his mouth his gazed drifted over your skinny jeans hugging you so graciously, and he suddenly regretted it.

"I got cut from the squad." You couldn't even bare to look at the shock written across each of them.

Toni was the quickest to react, "She can't do that!"

"Well she just did. And she's the Captain so technically she can," You sighed as your legs found they could move again and slowly carried you closer to your friends.

"On what grounds?" She had a knowing look in her eye but you weren't going to indulge in the details, it would only taint them with guilt.

You shrugged as you were passing Fangs in his armchair trying to avoid brushing his leg, knowing what it would do to you; but he had other ideas.

"You look like you could use a hug." The corners of your mouth lifted as he pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his comforting arms around your waist and earning a giggle from you as he squeezed you tightly to his chest.

You were enveloped in his intoxicating aftershave mixed with his serpent leather, it was the place you always wanted to be.

"Thanks Fangs." You pressed a friendly kiss to his temple and rested your head of the crown of his.

He mindfully stroked your hip with his callused fingertips, well aware he was catching your exposed skin between your jeans and blouse, "De nada mi Princesa."

His warm touch and honey toned voice sent an all too real shiver up your spine and straight to your heart.

Toni's questioning look caught your eye and she, not so subtly, raised her eyebrows at you both. To which you could only reply with an eye roll and slight pink flush to your cheeks.

"It's because of us isn't it?" Sweet Pea spoke up for the first time since you walked through the door, completely oblivious to the rising tension within the room, the ever present frown troubling his forehead.

He had been silently seething since Toni had asked the question; expecting, knowing, that their snake ink must be the reason Cheryl had gone all hell bent on you.

You lifted your head, not taking your eyes off the rage within Sweet Pea's and gave a small nod, inwardly cringing as you felt Fangs' arms stiffen slightly around you."It's fine Sweets. I promise-"

"It sure as hell is not fine Y/N," Sweet Pea stood and started pacing, "It's bad enough that we get punished for being Serpents but to start dragging you into it because you hang out with us, is not acceptable."

"Woah there Sweet Pea-" Nope, he wouldn't let Toni speak either.

"No Topaz-" He stopped pacing and turned to look at us all- "I'm sick of it." His voice was low, threatening. You was all too familiar with seeing this Sweet Pea, most recently in action against the bulldogs.

"Sweets stop." Finally he took a breath and snapped his head towards you, letting you speak, "Listen, you can't punch my way back onto the squad for me, it doesn't work like that, I'm fine. And besides, I'd rather be your friend than a Vixen anyways!"

A lightness returned to him at the defiance in your revelation, Toni sat there with a satisfactory smile and Fangs glanced up at you with pride.

"What about a Serpent?" All three sets of eyes swivelled to Fangs, who didn't falter at the sudden attention.

"What?" Your voice was barely audible and you couldn't look away from his iris's as they sparkled with his idea.

"Well you basically are one anyways just without the jacket," He shrugged but quickly became serious willing you all to agree, "Look, you defend us, you have literally just chosen us over cheerleading, and we know how much you love it. I know for a fact FP thinks of you as a daughter, and hell, you've gotten us out of enough shit up to now. You're a Serpent Y/N, maybe it's time it was official."

He flitted between the three of you but your eyes never left him, you could see the sincerity, he really wanted this. Did you want it though?

And as you sat with your best friends your heart told you yes.

You glanced at Toni and Sweets who looked impressed.

"I'm in." Sweets replied a smirk gracing his lips.

"Yeah me too," Toni agreed, "You're part of the family anyways babe, we got your back on this, like always."

Now all eyes turned to you. You could feel Fangs' eyes burning a hole in the side of your face trying to gauge your feelings.

A long deep breath passed through your lips before you spoke, your voice laced with excitement, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but yes, I'll do it."

They erupted in cheers, you couldn't hold your smile in any longer and Fangs squeezed you again, so tight you didn't think he was going to let go; not that you'd have minded if he didn't.

"Alright alright," You motioned them to calm down before turning to Fangs, a daring glimmer in your eyes, "Bet you only suggested it to watch me do the initiation dance."

You heard Toni bark out a laugh, and even glimpsed Sweet Pea smiling at your flirty accusation.

"Would I ever?!" He feigned shock and insult at your words before matching your cheeky tone, "Besides I reckon I'd get to see that anytime I wanted."

"Fangs!!" You screeched and smacked his chest in jest. "Bloody Serpents."

And at that you all cracked up, your earlier anguish long forgotten in the midst of the laughter.

[just-another-ficwriter]

I’ll be trying to fill in as much of these in the run up to Valentine’s Day (1st Feb-14th Feb), if anyone has any requests please send them in🥺

Currently writing for:

*Sweet Pea

*Fangs Fogarty

*Archie Andrews

*Jughead Jones

*Bughead

*Bucky Barnes

*Steve Rogers

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”

Holding their hands when they are shaking.

Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Traveling long distances just to see them.

Making their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.

Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.

Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile.

Following their family traditions that they enjoy.

Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch.

Singing and dancing to their favorite song.

Calming them down when they have a bad dream.

Having a tickle fight until you’re breathless.

Folding their clean laundry and putting it away.

Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.

Bringing them a plate of their favorite sliced fruit.

Washing their back/hair in the shower.

Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain.

Listening to them while they vent.

Taking a picture together to print and hang later.

Tracing your names together in the sand.

Wearing clothes in their favorite color.

Doing a chore for them that you know they aren’t fond of.

Leaving a plate of food in the microwave for when they have a late shift.

Sharing a drink with them from the same straw.

Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face.

Helping scratch that itch on their back they can’t reach.

Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.

Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

Helping brush their hair after a shower.

Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favorite.

Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

Giving them space when they express wanting to have some time alone.

Holding their hand while walking, even if there isn’t a crowd.

Holding shopping bags that are too heavy for them.

Standing between them and a busy road.

Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb.

Giving them a back massage when they flop on the couch or bed.

Staying up half the night to finish a game with them.

Getting them a coffee just the way they like it.

Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

Buying them a special treat when you go out shopping.

[heytherejulietx]

zombie - sweet pea

↳ a/n - okay this is a super duper self indulgent fic because i’m ill and really don’t handle being ill well :)

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okay so, she had turned into a zombie over the weekend. sweet pea was almost convinced of the fact, to be honest, when he saw y/n trudge into the student’s lounge on monday morning like she were the walking dead. she was so out of it she almost stumbled into jughead as she walked in, and with a mumbled apology she proceeded to do the same thing to fangs before he lead her to sit down on the sofa, clearly concerned.

sweet pea had sat up at that point, a crease forming in between his eyebrows with worry. he was the last person to ever say something bad about his girlfriend, but she looked horrible. her movements were clumsy and wobbly, more so than usual, and it was more like she had swayed into the room when she almost stumbled into jughead. as she sat down on the sofa beside him, sweet pea could see dark circles under her eyes and red across her nose, though the rest of her skin was almost a sickly pale. her hair had been pulled back into a simple braid and she wore a jumper dress that went to her knees, though for someone who usually put more effort into her appearance it was pretty obvious that she had just dressed for comfort over anything else.

the last time sweet pea had seen her on the previous friday, she had been fine. sure, she complained about a sore throat a few times and sneezed a bit, but other than that she was perfectly fine. though the girl sat next to him on the couch was absolutely not fine.

y/n let out a deep sigh as she basically fell into sweet pea’s side, and her eyes closed as she hugged his waist. to anyone looking in it must’ve looked like she passed out against him.

“morning pea.” she mumbled, and sweet pea frowned more. even just her voice sounded horrible; all scratchy and thick, clear that she had a blocked nose.

“hey angel,” sweet pea shared a look with fangs that essentially just said ‘what the fuck is she doing in school?‘, and when he looked up and caught jughead’s gaze across the room he had the same expression on his face. all of their friends did, really. “why are you in school?”

“because we can’t skip.” she mumbled into his jacket, and sweet pea blinked. she was kidding, right?

“yeah but, not to be a dick y/n, but you look like you’ve got the plague.” fangs chimed in, equally as worried as sweet pea was.

“i feel like it, but i’ve got a math test today that i need to get done. and veronica needed me for a thing.”

across the room veronica called over “it’s fine don’t worry about it!“ though y/n either was ignoring her, or she genuinely didn’t hear it. sweet pea was willing to bet it was the latter of the two options.

“baby, i think your health is a little more important than a math test,” sweet pea frowned as he started rubbing her arm with his palm. she shifted slightly so her forehead was pressed to his neck, and he grew more concerned at how warm she felt. “i think i should take you home.”

“no, no no, i’m fine,” she shook her head stubbornly and sat up, though she winced as she did so and if anything just further proved why she wasn’t fine. “i’ll be okay. i just need to nap when i get home.”

sweet pea was about to open his mouth to protest, because she needed much more than a nap, though he was interrupted by the bell which caused him to frown more. he shared barely any of her classes all day, which meant he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on her in class and make sure she didn’t get any worse. though as if she had read his mind, betty walked over and smiled as she held her hand out to y/n.

“i’ll walk with you to class? we have english, and i’ve got some claritin in my bag you can have.” betty said kindly, and sweet pea mouthed a ‘thank you’ to her that she returned with another kind smile.

sweet pea placed a hand on her back as y/n stood up (or rather was pulled up by betty), and watched as the girls linked arms before betty guided his stumbling girlfriend out of the student lounge. he frowned again, especially when she almost colided with the doorframe on the way out, and decided that if she were any worse by lunch time then he’d take her back to his place to rest, whether she wanted to stay or not.

the next four classes passed almost excruciatingly slowly. sweet pea didn’t share any of her morning classes, so he spent the next couple of hours just ignoring his work and worrying about if y/n was okay. he messaged her through the morning just to make sure, and she reassured him countless times that she was fine; though sweet pea knew his girlfriend well enough that she would insist she was fine even if she had been shot or something.

he left his fourth class a few minutes early to meet her from history, and leaned against the wall beside the classroom door until the bell for lunch went and students started flooding out of the room. sweet pea scanned each person who came out for y/n, though he wasn’t surprised (worried, yes, though not surprised) when y/n came stumbling out a few minutes after everyone else, looking like she hadn’t slept in decades.

“hey.” she smiled somewhat when she saw him. her voice sounded even worse than earlier, and his concern was only increased when a series of coughs followed her greeting.

“hey,” sweet pea nodded. “what do you say we head on home?”

y/n pouted and shook her head as they started walking in the direction of the cafeteria. “no, my math text is sixth period.” she complained and sweet pea groaned.

“can’t you do it tomorrow? i’m worried about you.”

“i appreciate it, pea, but i’ll be fine i promise.” y/n insisted, though not even a moment after her statement she stumbled over her own feet and sweet pea had to grip her forearm to keep her from falling.

“right.” sweet pea said sarcastically, unconvinced.

he didn’t let go of her arm until they were in the cafeteria in case she were to trip again, and even helped her into her seat - sandwiched between toni and him - before he sat down himself. everyone at the table seemed to give her a worried look, though she didn’t seem to notice as she leaned her chin in her palms.

sweet pea didn’t really focus on the conversation flowing through the table, fangs seeemd to be doing enough talking for everyone anyways. instead he shrugged his bag off of his shoulders and dug through it until he had found what he wanted. sweet pea had skipped the start of first period to raid the vending machines in the student lounge, getting y/n her favourite fruit drink and snack. even if she didn’t eat much - and he guessed she wouldn’t because of how she was feeling - he wanted her to have something.

sweet pea placed the items on the table in front of her and y/n smiled gratefully. she unscrewed the cap on her drink and took a long sip, before she settled herself into his side with a sigh.

sweet pea allowed fangs to suck him into the conversation after that. well, for the most part. he still shot y/n a concerned look whenever she started coughing, or repeated “bless you” a thousand times when she had a sneezing fit, and he was still very much aware of how too warm she felt. he gently rubbed her side with his palm the whole time to try and comfort her. even if she wanted to stick through the day, he knew how shitty she must’ve actually been feeling.

after another few minutes he felt her head lull against his shoulder, though continued his gentle movements of his palm against her waist. it wasn’t unusual for her to lean against him like that, so he didn’t think anything of it. though he did look up in concern when he heard veronica say something about y/n falling asleep, and when he glanced at his girlfriends face he could see her eyes were half closed and watery. christ, she looked a mess. he doubted that she’d had much sleep the night before.

“okay, come on, we’re going.” sweet pea kissed the top of her head and stood up, and ignored her protests about the math test as he helped her out of her seat too. her foot caught on the bench and if he hadn’t gripped his arms around her waist she would’ve fallen face-first onto the floor. he grabbed her bag along with his, and after everyone at the table had mumbled things along the lines of ‘see you later’ and ‘get well soon’, sweet pea kept his arm around her waist to lead her out of the cafeteria and towards the exit of the school, not bothering to sign either of them out. it was just more unnecessary time wasted that could be used to get y/n to his place and in bed.

y/n had stopped complaining by the time they got outside, and he assumed that she realised how much she actually needed to go home. she almost coughed up a lung as they walked to his bike, and by the time he’d mounted it and started it up he was determined to get her in bed within the hour. her head lulled against his shoulder the whole way to sunnyside trailer park, and sweet pea practically had to carry her inside with how unsteady she was on her feet.

by the time he had gotten her in bed, after giving her more medicine and making sure she drank a good amount of water, she was pretty much falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

“next time you feel this shitty,” sweet pea started as he perched on the edge of his bed and tucked the duvet in around her waist - not wanting to make her too hot. he had checked her temperature and his earlier worries had been right, she did have a fever. “stay at home. or call me and i can let you stay here for the day.”

“aye aye captain.” she mumbled, and he watched as she smiled when his hand placed against her cheek.

“i’m serious, y/n. you could’ve made yourself much more ill.” he frowned, and after a moment she nodded into his palm.

“okay, i promise pea.” she whispered, and - satisfied with her answer - sweet pea leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. he smiled when he saw her fond expression from the kiss.

“now get some sleep. you’ll feel better if you do.” he said softly, although she didn’t look like she needed to be told that. she’d already been falling asleep for around five minutes.

“‘kay. thank you for taking care of me.” she whispered with another smile, and her hand gave his a gentle squeeze when he found hers atop of the duvet.

“no problem, angel. i just hate seeing you so unwell.”

sweet pea pressed another kiss to her head, this one lingering and softer, though by the time he had pulled away her eyes were fully shut and she was already drifting into sleep. sweet pea carefully detached his hand from hers and stood up to allow her to sleep in peace, comforted by the fact that he could take care of her now and make sure that she was okay.

[kiara-carrera]

“That pumpkin looks like you.” “Yeah? Well that one looks like you.” with fangs and brooke or Brooke with the boys

Pairing(s): Platonic Fangs Fogarty & Brooke Holliday (OC), Sweet Pea x Brooke Holliday (OC)

Word Count: 664

Author’s Note: The first of many spooky season drabbles for Southside Archive’s Falloween!

Wandering around the pumpkin patch, Brooke’s comes to one conclusion — she’s not really sure why she let Fangs tag along.

When she’d posed the idea to Sweet Pea a week ago, she’d intended it to be a date. She’d caught sight of a flyer for the fall festival happening just outside their small college town and had instantly become thrilled at the prospect. She’d sprung the idea at the library while they were poring over textbooks for midterms. Fangs had been in attendance, flipping through math worksheets and she’d figured he wasn’t paying attention. So, she’d busted out her puppy dog eyes and her pouty lips as she looked at her boyfriend.

She’d mentioned the pumpkin patch and the promise of apple cider and cinnamon donuts, trying to lure her boyfriend into the prospect of going on a cute fall date with her. As expected, he’d been reluctant. Unexpected, however, was how readily Fangs had looked up from his work and mentioned that he was down for going.

Ten minutes of awkwardly trying to explain that he wasn’t exactly invited and Fangs playing dumb in the hopes of getting to go later and here they ar. Walking down the rows of pumpkins hand in hand with her boyfriend … and Fangs happily munching on a donut beside them.

It’s not the first time he’s third wheeled on their dates. In fact, Brooke’s fairly certain he’s third wheeled on nearly half the stuff she’s done with Sweet Pea since they started dating. It had gotten to the point that during their junior year of high school, Veronica Lodge had been under the impression that they were in a polyamorous relationship.

It didn’t normally bother Brooke, how attached at the hip Sweet Pea and Fangs seemed to always be. But now, with October air nipping at her face and the incessant chewing and random commentary in her ear and the lack of romance she’s feeling right now?

She sorta kinda wants to push Fangs into a ditch.

“Frowning that much brings on early wrinkles,” Fangs quips from beside her, before stuffing his mouth with apple flavored confection.

She huffs, ignoring the way that Sweet Pea snorts at her expression. “Not in the mood for you being an idiot right now, Fogarty.”

“Oh, come on,” he says once he finishes his treat. He licks the excess sugar off his fingers before nudging her side. “We’re supposed to be having fun! Lighten up, blondie.”

“You know what would be fun? Taking that scarecrow’s pitchfork and — ”

“Brooke,” Sweet Pea interjects, tone slightly pointed but also highly amused.

Fangs is rolling his eyes at this point, letting his eyes drift off to a few of the pumpkins they pass. He lets out a gasp. “Hey, Brooke, that pumpkin looks like you.”

Coming to a stop, Brooke furrows her brow, before following the direction of Fangs pointed finger. Sweet Pea groans just before she finds it. At the other end of Fangs’ finger is quite possibly — and she doesn’t say this lightly — the ugliest pumpkin she’s ever seen.

A sickly shade of yellow orange and rather lumpy with something growing from the stem, it barely looks like a pumpkin. At least, not any that someone would take home and decorate their house with. Fangs is brimming with laughter, his joy only intensifying when she begins glaring at him.

That’s it, she’s so pushing him into the next ditch she sees.

“You’re an ass.”

“You’re just mad because you look like an ugly pumpkin.”

Sweet Pea’s muttering something to himself, probably wondering how the hell he ended up having to suffer through this weird date when Brooke sees it. Just a few pumpkins over from ugly number one.

Brooke points to it, making sure it’s evident that she means the one with a giant gaping dent, sagging in on itself. “Yeah, well that one looks like you.”

“What the fuck, Brooke?”

Sweet Pea just sighs, running a hand over his face.

[just-another-ficwriter]

*Mistletoe Stitch Up (S.P Drabble)

*Holiday Baking (S.P Aesthetic)

*Snowday (J.J Drabble)

*Snowball Fight (J.J Aesthetic)

*A Christmas Dance (A.A Aesthetic)

*Christmas Market (S.P Aesthetic)

*Christmas Nightout (S.P Drabble)

*Fireside Cuddles (S.P Aesthetic)

*Decorating The Tree (M.M Aesthetic)

*Christmas Films (S.P Aesthetic)

*Christmas Celebrations (S.P Fake Social Media)

*Wrapping Presents (S.P Drabble)

*Christmas Day (Core Four Aesthetic)

*Family Christmas Dinner (S.P Drabble)

*A Kiss At Midnight (S.P Drabble)

*Celebrating New Years Eve (Core Four Aesthetic)

*Valentines!Sweet Pea (S.P Aesthetic)

*Valentine’s Day With Sweet Pea (S.P Headcanon)

*One More Present (S.P Fake Texts)

*Office Romance (S.P One Shot)

*Pop’s Date (S.P Drabble)

*Valentines!Jughead (J.J Aesthetic)

*Valentine’s Day With Jughead (J.J Headcanon)

*Mistaken Snap - (F.F Fake Snapchat)

*Forgetful - (S.P Drabble)

*Valentines!Archie (A.A Aesthetic)

*Valentine’s Day With Archie (A.A Headcanon)

*Drunken Confessions (S.P Fake Texts)

*A Naughty Surprise (A.A Drabble)

*Gate Crashing (S.P Drabble)

*Valentines!Fangs (F.F Aesthetic)

*Valentine’s Day With Fangs (F.F Headcanon)

*A Cheeky Surprise (S.P Drabble)

[southsidewrites]

36 with fangs

So I think the Fangs requests ended up being my favorite of all of these.  I seriously need to write more Fangs.

I stood in front of the mirror,cringing when I saw the way the silky material of the dress hit my hips. “Absolutelynot,” I muttered, yanking down the zipper and tossing the dress onto the bedwith the rest of the rejects.

Fangs walked into the bedroom,and his jaw dropped. “Babe, what the hell?”

I shot him a hard glare andstarted digging through the closet again. “What?” I snapped.

He gestured wildly at the bed. “Whyis our bed covered with every dress you own?”

“It’s not every dress,” I replied, not bothering to look back at him. “Justall the ones I’ve tried on so far.”

“So far?  You mean there’s more?”

“Of course, there’s more—you don’tthink I plan to go to the party in a bra and spandex, do you?”

He shrugged and walked up behindme to wrap his arms around my waist and tug my hips back into his. “I don’tknow, babe, I wouldn’t mind.”

I rolled my eyes and selectedanother dress—a simple black one with a little sparkle. “Shut up, Fangs.”  I wiggled out of his grasp. “You have it easy—allyou had to do was put on a suit.”

“True.” He sat back on the bed towatch amusedly as I attempted to wriggle into the tight dress. “But I did haveto shower and shave, too.  Oh, and I hadto style my hair.”

I got the dress on and shot himanother glare. “I hate you right now.”

“I know.” With a grin, he hoppedoff the bed to help me with the zipper. When he got it to the top, he pressed a soft kiss into the exposed skinbetween my shoulder blades. “Now, what do you think of this dress?”

I looked at myself in the mirror,and I had to admit it wasn’t bad.  Especiallystanding next to Fangs in his black suit, I looked pretty good.  Then, I saw the awkward way it was startingto bunch up on my stomach. “I don’t know, Fangs…”

“Babe,just pick an outfit so we can go. I mean, it’sjust a New Year’s party, it’s not a black-tie event.”

“It’s also the first time I’mmeeting all your friends,” I replied, turning to face him and wrapping my armsaround his shoulders.

“Not all of them,” he argued. “You’ve met Sweet Pea.”

“Okay, yeah, but not Toni andCheryl and Jughead and Betty and Joaquin and Kevin.”

“And I’m sure they’ll love youregardless of what dress you’re wearing.” He smiled softly, tucking a looselock of hair behind my ear. “And personally, I think you look absolutely gorgeousin this one.”

“You’re just saying that so I don’ttry anymore.”

“How many more can you possiblyhave?”

“I dunno.” I shrugged. “Like, atleast three.”

He ran his hands down my hips tomy butt, squeezing tightly and pulling me into him. “Well, I don’t see how anycan top this.”

“Fangs,” I giggled, slapping himweakly on the shoulder. “Stop.”

“No way, beautiful.” He startedkissing down my neck just light enough to make it tickle. “The only way you’dlook better than in that dress is in nothing at all, and I don’t think thatwould be super appropriate for meeting my friends.”

“Are you kidding?  I always try to meet my boyfriend’s friendscompletely in the nude.  I find it veryfreeing.”

He rolled his eyes, pressing a kissinto my forehead. “You’re so full of shit. So, are we ready to go?”

“Yup, I just need to pick outshoes.” I slipped out of his grip and opened the closet door to look at theshoe rack on the back. “Which ones do you think I should go with?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

~

“No, Fangs, really, she’s clearlytoo good for you,” Joaquin mused, taking a sip from his champagne. “I mean,look at her.  I’m gay, and I can seethat.”

“Ha, ha,” Fangs said, wrappinghis arm around my waist. “What can I say, though?  I’m clearly a lucky guy.” He looked down athis phone. “And it’s almost midnight, so I think we need a little more champagne.”

Taking my hand, he led us back tothe bar and got us each a new glass of champagne.  Smiling, I left mine on the bar and wrappedmy arms around him. “Thanks so much for inviting me tonight, Fangs.  Everyone has been absolutely amazing.”

“Of course, they have—I told youthey’d love you, babe.  Not as much as Ilove you, of course, but still—”

Around us, everyone startedcounting down, and Fangs and I joined in, not looking away from eachother.  When we hit one, he grinned. “So,do I get my midnight kiss?”

“Absolutely.”  With my heels on, I didn’t even need to standup on my tiptoes to kiss him.  He held mywaist tightly, kissing me for a little longer than was probably appropriate,and then we broke apart, still smiling.

“You know, I think I want tospend a lot of New Year’s with you,” he said, his brown eyes fixed on mine.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

REQUESTS CLOSED FOR NYE STARTERS!

Read the other drabbles here: Tumblr | A03

[riverdalepoet]

UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SHIT

              Word Count: 699

              A/N:  My submission for the daily prompt “Ungrateful”.  The past few prompts I put Sweets through some hard times, so I made sure he was having a good time in this one. Enjoy!!! (I own nothing.)

               “Cypress, honey, our drinks are empty,” Sweet Pea slurred, swiveling in his chair to get the waitress’ attention. Carefully, she slid her tray back on the bar for Hog Eye to refill.

               “I know that Sweets, that’s what being cut off looks like.”  The scowl on his face made Toni erupt in giggles.  She rolled her eyes at the two and started wiping down the bar.

               “Look, you don’t have to give me a lot.  I just need a little bit more.  Just a splash, Cypress, please.  I need it.” She tossed the rag down and stared at him pointedly trying to fight back a smile.

               ”Why in the hell do you need it?”

               “Cause I wanna get drunk…er.”

               She chuckled darkly and patted him on the shoulder.  “Sorry darlin’.  No more.  Not from me, anyway.”

               His eyes lit up and he followed her from table to table before he could muster up a coherent sentence.  Toni was suddenly preoccupied with her girlfriend who had just walked in, and there was no one left to make him behave. “Who’s all working tonight? Is Ginger here?  She always does what I want her to.”

               Cypress scoffed at him, “That’s because she likes having sex with you.”

               “Well, yeah, I’m awesome at it.”  Grabby hands from table six reached out for Cypress, but Sweet Pea managed to knock them away before she could notice.

               It had been a long night, her feet hurt, and she could still smell the vomit she had to clean off of table two earlier.  Drunk and cocky Sweet Pea was not helping her foul mood.  “She’s by the pool table.  Now stop breathing on me,” she growled.  He made his way to Ginger and dialed up his charm.  It wasn’t long before she was batting her eyelashes and sneaking him shots when she thought Hog Eye wasn’t watching.

               Two more hours stood in the way of Cypress and her bed.  That very thought is the only thing that kept her from showing Ginger exactly how she felt about her breaking the rules anytime someone gave her a little attention.  However, when a loud crash indicated that Sweet Pea had started a fight with Laz, she was rethinking the possibility.  She reached into her apron for her phone and held it to her ear before motioning for someone to go break them up.

               “Hey Fangsy, it’s time.  Well, I’m pretty sure he just broke Laz’s jaw, so yeah I’m sure.  Okay, see you in ten.”  She reached for an ice pack in the freezer and hung up the phone before walking over to where Sweet Pea and Ginger were making out.  Gagging a little bit at the scene in front of her, she jerked them apart by the leather of his jacket and pushed him onto the stool.

               “Fangs is on his way.  Ice your hand and don’t make a move until he gets here or you’ll be cleaning up the messes you’ve made,” she instructed before turning on Ginger.  “And you- next time I say cut off and you keep serving them, you can find another job.  Go finish up your tables, and then clean this shit up.”

               Ginger reluctantly stumbled away but not before shooting Sweet Pea a wink.  Sweet Pea looked terrified by Cypress and her sternness, but quickly melted into a boyish grin.  He threw his arm around her and squeezed her so tightly their cheeks were squished together.  Right at that moment, Fangs walked in and laughed peeling him off of her.  “You’re still my favorite girl, Cypress.  You just gotta let loose, dude.”

               She nodded to appease him and smiled slightly, shaking her head as Fangs dragged him out the door.  This was just how it went.  Cypress said no, Sweet Pea figured out how to get his way regardless, and it always ended with some kind of punch.  She always watched them, leaning against the door, to make sure they got to the car safely.  As annoying as he might be, she’d still be there watching out for him.  “Ungrateful little shit,” she mumbled under her breath and went right back to closing up the Whyte Wyrm for the night.

[princesweetpea]

Dead Moon

“Don’t go into Fox Forest tonight,” Sweet Pea warned cautiously. Rory raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “You’ve heard about the animal attacks, right?”

“Oh, please,” Rory scoffed. “Bears and mountain lions… In Riverdale? Yeah, right.”

“Not bears or mountain lions. Wolves.”

“And how would you know that there are wolves?” She challenged as she plopped her head on her hand. He rolled his eyes and waved her off dismissively. “Have you ever seen a wolf around here?”

“Maybe a few times,” He replied stoically, intensely maintaining eye contact. “Besides, some hunters have decided to take matters into their own hands and have started patrolling to shoot anything that moves.”

“Do you really think they’re dumb enough to shoot people jogging on the trails?” Rory scoffed.

“Definitely.”

“I’ll take my chances. Besides, I’m much more afraid of what a human would do to me than an animal.” Rory stated, shuddering.

“For fuck’s sake, Jones – Just… don’t go into the woods tonight.”

“Now, what am I going to do with you?” He slowly staggered over to the seemingly lifeless body on the bunker floor before squatting down to examine it. He sighed before sweeping her hair out of her face, revealing her widened eyes and slacked jaw. Her breathing was shallow, her panicked eyes darting in every direction not to look at him. “You’re going to be alright, okay? Though, you wouldn’t be in this position if you just listened to me for once in your goddamn life.” He grumbled. He examined the small room, now spattered with blood. He knew he would have to bleach everything later.

“You – you –” Rory attempted anything coherent, but immediately began coughing up blood before she could.

“Yeah, I’m…” He sighed. “Look, I know you might be thinking that this entire time it has been me, but it hasn’t. There are others, and I didn’t do this to you.”

“You’re a monster.” She choked. He winced.

“It’s like this,” Sweet Pea paused for a moment as he searched for a rag, then continued once he found one. “You either fight it or accept it. After that, you either fear it or control it,” a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he attempted to wipe his blood-stained hands. “I’m still working on the whole ‘control’ thing,” With another look at his hands, no cleaner than they were before, he abandoned the rag by throwing it to the side. “I don’t like what I’m becoming. I need help. I don’t intend to hurt any of those people. I especially don’t mean to hurt you.” He knew that she was dying and that there was only one thing that he could do if he wanted to save her while simultaneously keeping his secret safe.

“Have you hurt someone?” She let her tears freely fall now.

“A few times,” He stated somberly. She began to pale, and he knew that he would have to act fast. “Listen, Rory, you’re losing a lot of blood. You’re going to die,” he informed her shakily. “I might be able to save you, but there’s a price.”

“What is it?” Rory sobbed.

“I give you the bite and you’ll be like me… but it might not work,” He raised her bloody wrist to his lips. “It’s completely your decision.” Her cries ceased and she was silent for a long while. Sweet Pea was afraid that she had succumbed to her wounds.

“Just do it.” Rory finally whispered.

Her screams would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Sweet Pea bolted upright in his bed, his chest heaving and sweat drenching his wifebeater. It was the most vivid dream that he ever had… The screaming was still ringing in his ears. He sighed, doing his best to steady his heartbeat as he began to twiddle his thumbs. Something was… off. When he looked down at his lap, his claws were still out and his hands were blood-stained.

“No,” he exhaled. His heartbeat picked back up as he fumbled for his phone, dialing the only person that knew what he was. “No. Please, god, no.”

“Hello?” The voice on the other end rasped, sleep evident in his voice.

“Fangs, I think I did something.”

[xserpentlife]

Riverdale Bingo

Vegas Wedding

I have this all planned out in my head. I see it as you and one of the boys being together for a while maybe since middle school or highschool. You are now young adults, maybe have a kid on the way and you are both tired of waiting. I think you have been engaged for a long while at this point but never had the time or money to tie the knot. You would both e fine with just signing papers and being married but you also both would love something bigger. So on the annual family (best friends) trip y’all went to vegas where there was a secret wedding planned. Something simple but you had a beautiful dress and your friends put together a car and trip so you could go on a mini honeymoon to somwhere close to vegas on the trip. 

Made for @riverdalebingo

[lonely-full-of-secrets]

I Hunt Killers AU

Prompt: Darkness

Everyone in Riverdale knows Sweet Pea’s father as a notorious serial killer. He was training Sweet Pea to be the same when he was caught. 

Now at seventeen years old, a woman’s dead body showed up at Sweetwater River with a severed finger and all eyes are on Sweet Pea. Like father, like son right? Only he didn’t do it and the body count is steadily increasing. 

Sweet Pea works with Sheriff Keller and his friends to prove his innocence against Riverdale’s new serial killer using the same darkness he learned from his father.