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h-eckers · 7 years

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Should Have Told You

A/N: I wanted to write something FP. This definitely isn’t great at all, it was something I wrote quickly and on a whim but I wrote it and it’s been eight billion years since i published anything so here ya’ll go.

Summary: FP gets a visit from someone very important, perhaps for the last time in a long while.

Word Count: 1,341

Warnings: Swears, bc it’s me.

“I heard you didn't rat us out…”

The air in the room seemed thicker from the moment she walked in, it was cold and violent and stuck to his lungs which was definitely a sensation that had been absent before he saw her emerge from behind that door. When all of this had happened he was so unsure of how she'd react, he never even considered mentioning it, and now he stood back from the bars that separated them, only slightly afraid that if he got close enough, she would claw his eyes right out. He was terrified of her reaction to this, and she had every right to kick him while he was down right now.

“I wouldn't.” FP muttered softly, observing every small movement she made, every line that appeared on her face when she smiled a smile that didn't reach her eyes. “I'm sorry, Y/N.”

Her eyes widened slightly, any kind of smile dropping from her face as she stared at him in utter disbelief, “Why would you be sorry?” She walked over to the bars, getting as close to him as possible, her eyes still trained on his.

“All of this…” He chuckled humourlessly, inching forward, “the kid. I should have told you.”

“You think I'd be mad at you for that?” She laughed softly, not with amusement but pure confusion, “God, FP, Jughead is your son, and I would have done the same damn thing in your position. As for telling me? I've always trusted you, I've always trusted that you will do what's best for us and for me, and I know what I need to know.” Her eyes were soft, pleading with the burden of guilt that hung on his soul.

“Joaquin said you were mad.” he admitted, his shoulders falling as he finally reached the bars, resting his head against them and letting his eyes close. It felt stupid being so afraid because a teenager had told him she was angry, but he'd never been able to cope with being the cause of her pain.

“Not at you, idiot.” She chuckled, her hands coming through the bars to rest on his chest delicately, brushing her thumbs against his cheekbones, “I'm angry at this fucking town, at everyone else.” She grunted and he laughed. Weaving his hands through the bars to grab her jacket and pull her in as close as the bars would allow them to be.

“You're always angry at something.” He hummed, that smirk she loved and loathed all at once coming back onto his tired face, it made her warmer in the cold.

“Why'd you think I joined a gang?” Her eyes rolled as she spoke, pressing a kiss to his head, the cold metal of one of the bars pressing against her face even as she tried.

“I figured it was because of the devilishly handsome, badass leader of said gang.” He grinned, puffing out his chest slightly. It was hard to act unaffected at a time like this, but having her close was as near to normal as he could get at this moment and he would take what he could get.

“Oh please, I could kick your ass all over the place.” She scoffed, carefully smoothing out his hair as she spoke. In all honesty, her heart was heavy with recent events, and seeing the man she loved behind bars for protecting his son only served to infuriate her, but now was no time to waste on things she could deal with later. What mattered now was him, memorizing him and touching him in case it was one of the last times she could.

“Yeah, yeah you could.” His voice was full of adoration, something reserved only for her, and only for moments alone like this.

Silence fell between them as he tried to cement the feeling of her fingers in his hair into his memory, as something to hold onto if he had to leave her here alone. It was a reality that terrified him and enraged him all at once, her recklessness had been what attracted him to her at first, and what frightened him most about her temper. She was a serpent, and she had a family in them to look out for her if he was gone and rationally he knew that, but rationality meant nothing when she was his to look after.

Her arms wrapped round him through the bars, a sentiment her returned immediately his arms moving around her waist as best as they could possibly be expected to. “You know I’ll look after him, don't you?” She whispered.

“I know, I know you will. I wouldn't still be in here if I didn't.” He answered, only pulling back enough to see her face.

“What? You'd escape?” She scoffed and he shrugged.

“You know I could.”

“Then do it.” It wasn't a real possibility and they both knew it as much as each other, but if there were any way they could, she would do it without a second’s hesitation and he knew it.

“I'll try.” He wouldn't, not really, but at the moment, comforting words held a universe of meaning for both of them no matter how impossible it seemed. This was it, and neither of them we're willing to fight it.

As long as Jughead was safe, nothing else came close to being as important, even this.

“I don't expect you to wait for me.” It wasn't a whisper, he wanted that heard loud and clear, as genuine as he meant it. The thought of her with another man was enough to make his stomach physically turn but the idea of her being alone, with no one to turn to, hurt just enough that he couldn't bare it.

“Then you're in for a happy god damn surprise when you get out.” She grunted, erring the line of sarcasm. No one could take his place with her, at all, and that wouldn't change if he went away for ten days, ten years or ten decades, it was a fact of life that the only arms she would end up in we're his, even if they were woven around bars during visiting hours.

“I could be years.” He pressed on, running his hands gently against her back, his affections always managed to betray him somehow, a touch or a sigh gave him away every time.

“You could be centuries and I'd still be waiting here for you, as stubborn as the day we met.” Not once in three years together had she ever backed down, an impossibility as that seemed it was try, if she lost anything she went out with a violent battle, screaming and kicking her way through the door. This would be no different.

“I wish I didn't believe you,” he moved his hands to rest on her cheeks, kissing her forehead, “you deserve a better man than me.

“There is no man better than you.” she breathed out, more to herself than to him, knowing he would never believe that of himself the way she did.

There was a moment where they simply looked into each other's eyes, there was nothing more to say, and even if there was they were so similar they'd know without the words ever happening. He rested his forehead against hers through the bars and she moved as close as possible until their lips were barely brushing, even despite the uncomfortable position.

“Times up, Y/N.” Sheriff Keller's voice sounded from the door and FP’s eyes fell shut in some mix of infinite frustration and anger.

“Of course it is.” He grumbled and she only chuckled, making no move to back away.

“I’ve known you since we were seven years old, Jones, when in your life have you ever listened to a Keller?” She challenged, watching that smirk come across his face as he leaned further into the bars.

“No point in starting now.” He grinned, putting his hand on the back of her neck and pulling her forward to join their lips.

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its-me-im-coraline · 7 years

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FP Jones | Teasing has consequences.

Count of words: 1238

Warnings: huge age gap (tho reader is leagal), smut, cursing a bit

A/N: I DON’T KNOW HOW I WROTE THIS... I NEED BABY JEASUS TO SAVE ME... AND YOU IF YOU READ THIS OMG!!

Hope you like it... ok bye ♥ I’ll go drown in holy water now

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Plus size reader x fp Jones fluffy smut if you have the time? (Reader over 18) thank you c:

People thought it was curious how a twenty five year-old-girl could fall in love with a man on his forties. Really, it was not something the girl could explain either. It was just this feeling he gave her, this safety she craved for, this love that she seeked. He gave that to her with no questions asked, not many words, just actions. The man was quite confused himself. He didn’t know how he got so lucky. It was strange how the girl would take care of him when he needed it the most, despite his protests, despite all his effort to scare her away in hopes she’d stop before she got hurt, but she didn’t mind. She would help him clean the trailer, help him get back on the right track, for the sake of his beloved son. He found comfort in her and he gave it back as well. It was really a realationship where both were just mending wounds, and even though for most people it doesn’t quite work, the two made it look easy.

Once again the two were visiting the Whyte Wyrm. FP insisted that she didn’t tag along, mostly because her slightly revealing clothing was enough to send a man over his edge. It was a tight black mini dress, enhancing her beautiful curves, her thick thighs making their appearence, driving FP crazy, as his jacket wrapped around her shoulders wasn’t so sure to keep the inappropriate looks away from the girl. A pair of black high heels completed the look, making her height match with his, as the two walked into the bar.

It wasn’t unusual for the girl to recieve hungry looks, but this time; this time it was different. FP could see all the desperate Serpents aching to surround his girl, but the protective arm around her, palm resting or her ass and his jacket around her indicated that no one should mess with her. And if they did, consequenses would be rated deadly. The girl couldn’t help but chuckle at how the man beside her seemed to be so jealous, not wanting anyone to even breath close to her. She made a mental note to show him that no one could have her but him.

The night had reached it’s peak, people were having fun in the South Side bar, but FP wasn’t enjoying it as much. Soflty he pulled the girl away from the Whyte Wyrm, leading her into his car and driving to the trailer, they now shared, quickly. The man’s face was quite tense, his jaw clenched, while all he wanted to do was wipe that teasing smirk off of the girls face. “Is everything ok, darling?” She questioned suggestively. She only earned a growl from him and she giggled. “Come on baby, what’s wrong?” She asked, her palm dangerously close his already hard member as she bit her lip. “Don’t bite that lip!” He ordered, the action turning him on even more. “Why are you doing this to me? We haven’t had sex in a while, and you think you can tease me like that without any consequences?” He growled, his free hand now dangerously close to her core. “Well, I was kinda hoping for that.” She confessed, moaning slightly and the closeness of his big palm. “So, you put this on for me?” He suggested, a smirk tugging at his lips. The two hurriedly jumped out of the truck and into the house before she even had time to answer. After he opened the door to the trailer, FP, slammed the girl’s back on it, kissing her neck forcefully. “You know I did,” she replied to his previous question, already out of breath. “Then, watch me rip it off of you,” he mumbled on her neck, doing as promised and ripping the dress away from her body.

The moment FP saw her half naked body his breath hitched. Somehow her heels and his clothes had found their way somewhere on the floor, none of the two paying attention to that. For a moment he stared at her body, not moving, not doing anything, just admiring the beauty. The girl felt uncomfortable, trying with everything she could to hide her body. "What are you doing?" The man questioned after the girl tried to hide the piece of art in front of him. She didn't reply, simply looking away, but FP knew what the problem was. He chuckled slightly, removing her hands from her squishy stomach, smiling at her afterwards. He kissed her jaw and moved down to her neck, her collar bone followed and then her breasts. Skillfully, FP removed the undergarment, allowing them to be free, before attacking them both, leaving purple marks while doing so. "You. Are. Beautiful." he breathed between kisses as the girl moaned under his touch. "I love your body and I'll show you just how much, tonight." He informed the girl, kissing down her stomach. His hands roamed her curvy body, memorising every part of it. His delicate fingers traveled down to her clothed core, removing the fabric between them with a swift move. One of his fingers found it's way inside of her, pumping in and out, the pleasure enough to send the girl over the edge. Her moans were loud, the sound encouraging FP to pump a seconf finger in as well, doubling the pleasure. The girl was sure as hell enjoying it, moaning loudly, making a mental note to tell FP to this more often. "Why are you moaning so loud? Haven't you been fingered before?" The man asked suggestively, keeping up with his actions. "No," she managed to get out before moaning once again. "Then allow me to keep enlightening you," the man said bringing his head btween her parted legs. He begun sucking and blowing on her clit, his mouth working perfectly with his fingers as the pleasure was now unbearable. "Come on, baby girl. Scream my name. Let everyone know who makes you feel so good," the man said, never stoping his actions. The girl did as told, screaming his name while riding off her high.

FP delicated inserted his two fingers in his mouth, tasting the girls juices, and then cleaning her juices from her core with his masterly tongue. From there he begun trailing kisses over her body, until he reached her lips, kissing her passionately and allowing her to taste herself. Without stopping the kiss, FP, discarded his boxers, his member finally making it's appearence. Still keeping up with the kiss, he took a condom out of his drawer, covering his hard lentgh after ripping it open with his teeth. With a quick move his was inside of her, thrusting in and out. Her legs were wrapped around her waist but he moved them a little higher, giving him a different angle in which he hit her g-spot with every thrust. It didn't take long for the girl to reach her second orgasm, since she was still sensitive from the extreme fingering that occured previously. The man was quick to follow, her facial expression sending him over his own high. Carefully, he got out of her, removing the condom and throwing it in the trash can next to the bed. He simply pulled the girl close to her body, kissing her temple and letting her fall asleep. "I love you," he whispered in her ear earning a simple smile from the now sleeping girl.

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stan-joonies · 5 years

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Yes, Sir

Y/N sifted through the papers on the desk before placing them in his bag.

The school was finally flushing out the curious parents and anxious teens that he was forced to sit down and talk to.

Most parents walked away feeling satisfied with what they were told, others disappointed.

However, Y/N had to tell the truth to each parent, and he regrettably did so.

This downed his mood as various mad parents shouted at their children or at him, making a severe headache form and worsen with every visit he got from parents.

He relished in the silence finally given to him.

Suddenly, the door banged open, causing him to jump and wince as the pounding in his head worsened.

He turned, ready to shout at whoever forced their way into the room.

"Jughead?"

The beanie-wearing male breathed heavily , his cheeks flushed.

"Sir, sorry I'm so late."

The English teacher shook his head.

"Jughead, the meetings are over. There will be another one in a couple of months." He resumed packing again, folding all his documents.

"Don't worry, Jug. I'll be here next month."

Y/N head shot up, him instantly regretting it as his brain pounded against his skull.

"You're FP Jones, correct?"

The man nodded his head, looking away slightly.

"About time you came to one of these things." Y/N muttered, placing his bag on the floor and making his way to his chair.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't mean any harm from it, Mr Jones. Please have a seat. We have a lot to discuss about Jughead in my subject."

FP hesitantly sat down next to a grinning Jughead.

"So, Jughead here is a very good student of mine. His perspective on projects and how writers think is amazing. I believe that when he leaves school, if he chooses to further his career, then he can be a very successful Journalist or writer. "

The meeting continued for multiple minutes and Y/N found that he had the inability to not check out his students father.

He was built strongly and his face, though aged, did stuff to him.

He had to remind himself about the fact that this was unprofessional. But to his horror, he realised that he didn't really care.

"Thank You for coming, Mr Jones. See you tommorow, Jughead."

Jughead smiled at him, walking out the door.

"Uhh, Jug. I'll be there in a minute. I need to have a chat with your teacher."

Y/N immediately froze, listening as Jughead left the room.

"What can i do for you, Mr Jones?" He asked.

"Just call me FP, Y/N."

The teacher cursed as he felt his cheeks flame.

"Of course. Now, i really must get going. My daughter is at home." He saw the man deflate slightly, and his heart almost wilted. "Of course, i-i just can't leave her alone with her Nanny. She's always had separation anxiety ever since her Mum left us." The last part of the sentence was contaminated with poison.

Y/N despised the Lady, a result of a one night stand who demanded money from him.

He was practically forced into letting her sleep in his house, his bed. But he refused to let ger suck his bank dry. Refusing to but her anything more than what was neccessary, she grew bitter. Once she had the baby, she threatened to leave with her.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Y/N decided to ignore the lack of 'sorry' in his tone.

"Well, things happen." FP hummed.

"I know how it feels." The man stated. "Being a single parent is one of the hardest things ive had to go through."

Y/N nodded in agreement.

"Wouldn't change it for the world though. Love my little girl to pieces."

FP laughed.

"You know, I'm sure Jughead could use a friend, why don't you give me your number so we cab arrange a play date?"

Y/N burst into laughter.

"I've had that line said to me so many times...my daughter is six, i don't think Jughead would find much fun in playing with her."

"Who said they'd be the ones playing," Y/N froze before huffing out weak laughter.

"I thought you could do better then that."

Y/N smiled at FP, tossing him his phone.

"There you go, but hurry up, i really do need to get bacl to my daughter."

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thedarksideofriverdale · 5 years

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Things I want out: I think that the backstory for Y/N can be cut out just because I feel it could be better to just give a mini explanation, not a full on backstory of how she got her powers, ya know what I mean? Secondly, I think that I think the same can kinda go far the whole way of how Kurtz and Y/N first met, there can be a mini explanation maybe a mini flashback but that's about it because I don't know how long of a oneshot you'll make and all that. -anon from Kurtz jessica jones au rquest

Hey there! Finally got around to writing this. For context, anon and I have been dming back and forth for awhile about a really cool crossover idea with a Jessica Jones type character and Kurtz. Unfortunately, I can’t budget my time to write a whole story about it, but I will try my best with the oneshot.

People always look for a place of comfort, escape if one chooses to call it. Usually, they are places of worship or relaxation. Unfortunately, you were not known for the ‘usual.’ No, your escape on a Monday night was the White Worm. It was practically empty, not atypical for a weekday. But, the lights were bright, and the music was loud. Which was... good enough for you.

“Tequila sunrise,” you ordered, sitting on the slippery bar stool. The bartender grunted and turned around to make the cocktail. You took this time to observe him. Nice ass. The man chuckled, and you realized you had said that out loud. But, you were too jaded to be embarrassed by these things at your age.

“Thank you,” the man responded, handing you a cocktail. You took a sip, not moving your eyes away from his. He smirked and went to clean the workspace. “You come here often; I’ve seen you.”

“And?”

“Seems like you have a lot of baggage, considering you leave this place drunk every night with tears.”

“Great observation skills. Want a prize?”

“No, but if you want to vent, I’m all ears.”

“I will have plenty to vent about after...” You checked your watch. “three drinks,” you said with a smirk. After the first, you ordered two Vodka Lemons, and the low buzz became much greater.

“Want to talk now?” asked the bartender, leaning closer to you.

Slightly inebriated, you furrowed your brows and slammed your fist against the counter, cracking it. “No,” you replied. The bartender looked skeptically at the crack on the polished wood. You followed his eyes and sighed deeply. “Shit.”

“Wow,” the bartender quipped. “Didn’t realize there was another freak like me.”

You looked at him in shock. “Excuse me?” you asked, motioning him to elaborate.

“Super strength. You work for S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

You let out a great belly laugh. “Luckily, no. You heard of the Jones Agency?”

“Heard of? Of course. I fucking work in the neighborhood, don’t I?”

You raised your brows, finishing off your drink. “Then, why aren’t you working for them?”

Before he could respond, a commotion erupted behind you. The other inhabitants of the bar were smashing drinks, yelling loudly. It looked like it was over a game of billiards, which amused you. But, your conversation partner was getting angrier by the second, so you, being the occasional good samaritan, stumbled away from the bar and towards the fight.

“Now, gentlemen,” you started. “Don’t you think we could work this out a little bit calmer?” The men glared at you, menacing to a normal person. But, you weren’t normal, were you?

“Fuck off, little lady. This doesn’t concern you,” one of them stated.

“I’m not leaving until this fight is broken up.”

“Why you little shit-” another said, lunging towards you. You dodged the blow, grabbing the man’s hand, making his arm quiver. He looked at you in shock and then, you twisted his arm around and pushed it hard against the others, knocking them down.

“Are we done now?” you asked, looking down at them. They stared at you for a moment before scrambling out of the bar. You turned around and looked at the bartender, who had a vacant expression. “If you have powers like me, why didn’t you stop the fight?”

“You had it covered.”

XXXX

“Back again, so soon?” the bartender asked, looking at you while wiping down the counters.

You were in no mood to joke, however. He was back, the dark twist figure of your past. You held the manila folder from work in your hand, setting it down on the counter and grabbing a beer from the bartender. “When you discovered your powers, did you hear of a man named Edgar Evernever?” you asked.

“I knew his kid. Went to Southside High with me, until I dropped out. What does he have to do us being freaks of nature?”

“He had a cult where he’d recruit people like us, using his powers of persuasion and... mind control. He was gone for a long time until now.”

“How’d you get roped in it?”

“The Coopers. When I was younger and out of the ‘experiments,’“ you paused. The bartender nodded. “they adopted me. Problem was was that, their eldest daughter Polly got into the cult because her two children were born with powers. She told Edgar Evernever about my powers, and he kidnapped me. I stayed with the cult for years until finally breaking out of his hold. By that time, I realized he was harvesting our blood. For transfusions... making normal people like us.”

“That’s... heavy.”

You rolled your eyes. “No shit.”

“Do you need help?” You squinted your eyes at him, puzzled. “He’s targeting people like me. And, I prefer not getting attacked. Things to see, places to go, games to play.”

You smirked and nodded. “Fine, you can help, bartender guy.”

“Kurtz.”

“What?”

“My name’s Kurtz.”

XXXX

Months of following dead ends was getting on your nerves. Kurtz was helping loads, but all of the paths were dead ends. The closer you got to finding Edgar, the faster he slipped away. More and more teenagers were getting recruited, and FP was getting bombarded by messages from S.H.I.E.L.D., threatening to shut down the agency. He, in turn, increased the pressure on you. Which meant a lot more nights getting absolutely shit-faced.

“Alright, I’m closing your tab,” Kurtz announced near your slouched body.

You raised your head a fraction and exclaimed, “No! I want- no, I need more.”

“You’re absolutely sloshed. Get up, I’m shutting the bar down for tonight.” He came around the bar, helping you down from the stool. The two of you walked outside as you gave him the directions to your flat. It was near the old Ghoulie territory and stumbling around in the dark was never preferable. But, with Kurtz, it didn’t feel as bad. He took you up the stairs into your apartment and plopped you onto your bed. After he slipped off your shoes, you went under the covers. Kurtz stayed awhile, making sure you didn’t end up vomiting. But, you sensed something more that night. A sense of longing from him as you dozed off.

The next morning, your phone ringing woke up. Hitting the green icon, you slipped the phone between the pillow and your ear. “Hello?” you gruffly greeted.

“Evernever’s been spotted near the rail tracks. We’ve followed his tracks to the middle of the woods,” FP said from the other end.

You sprang up out of bed and slipped on your shoes. “I’m coming ASAP.” Running back to the bar, you slipped into your car and began to back out of the parking lot just as Kurtz came rushing outside. You rolled down the windows and shouted, “It’s Evernever! There’s been a sighting near the tracks.”

Kurtz rushed over to the passenger side and slipped into the car. When you arrived near the other cars of the agency’s operatives, FP was standing outside, hands on his hips with a pensive expression. Once he saw your car, his eyes widened. “Y/N, get in there now! He’s got a whole army of mutants, and four operatives have already gone down,” he barked. You nodded and ran into the woods with Kurtz. After passing trees for about five minutes, they came across a clearing with a small shack in the middle. Two bodies were outside of it, so you guess that this was the place. You turned around to face Kurtz and grabbed his arms. “Anything goes rough, you gotta leave. This is my job; not yours. No one made you sign a contract to give your life for a cause, you got it?” you commanded. Kurtz nodded slowly, and the two of you made your way inside quietly. There was a single lamp inside the sitting room when you entered. No one was there except for another body. You stepped over it to go into the dark hallway. “He likes mind control, so block your mind,” you whispered.

“And how exactly do I do that?” Kurtz asked impatiently.

“Once he starts probing, you’ll know. Just block the sensation of another person in your mind.” Just then, what sounded like a person clapping came from the end of the hallway. You take out your flashlight and shine it at the source. And… there he was. The man who destroyed your life. The man you wanted to destroy.

“Brilliant advice, Y/N. I have to say, you’ve grown up to be so beautiful and intelligent. Part of it is my doing, of course,” Edgar Evernever cockily proclaimed. You started snarling to which he let out a deep chuckle. “Unfortunately, manners seem to be beyond your scope of understanding. Pity, really.” To that, you charged towards him, but he side stepped you. Kurtz saw that and went after him. Managed to land a punch before Edgar pushed him back with greater strength. Kurtz landed on his back and was held there by Edgar, who had his body snug against his. You knew what was going to happen, but you were too winded from crashing into the wall harshly. Coming out of the broken plaster, you huffed as you saw Kurtz’s eyes gloss over. Edgar had entered his mind, and Kurtz didn’t know how to stop it. Then, the man got off Kurtz, and Kurtz stood up mechanically. “Now, one problem taken care of,” Edgar said, wiping his hands on his jeans.

“And the last,” you sneered. You stared at the left wall of the hallway before smashing it with your hands. The shack’s foundation stilt was there, so you punched threw the wall before hitting the foundation harshly. You heard a shout of “No!” from Edgar before the house begin sputtering and collapsing in a span of a few seconds. The roof plaster landed on your head, but barely made you flinch. You heard some screaming from the cult, some managing to escape to the clearing. Edgar lay in the rubble, seemingly unconscious.

Kurtz’s forehead was split open but was healing as you walked over to Edgar and began to punch him continuously. The man became conscious quickly and overpowered you by touching your forehead with his hand, the contact bringing instantaneous pain to your head. You clutched your head as Edgar began kicking you in the stomach, and you looked to Kurtz for help, but he was still trapped. “Fight back!” you yelled, but it seemed fruitless as you lay on the ground, getting pummeled by the cult master. Edgar then took a giant piece of plaster and crashed it against your head, not knocking you unconscious but enough to make your vision hazy.

From your limited vision, you could see Edgar beginning to drag Kurtz out of the shack, but Kurtz didn’t budge. Edgar was just as confused as you were to see the unmoving boy, but it became clear to you quickly; Kurtz broke the control. Kurtz’s left hand was behind his back, his right getting tugged harshly by Edgar. “Move it, minion! What do you think –“ Edgar was cut off as his throat was slit instantaneously by Kurtz. Edgar held onto his throat, waiting for it to heal, but Kurtz just cut it again. And again. And again. The copious amounts of blood loss made Edgar drop to the floor, and he stopped healing.

Once the audible protests had stopped, you slowly got up out of the rubble, eyes squinting at the body. You kicked it hard, but no movement. Kurtz then got down on his knees and put fingers against the body’s neck. “No pulse,” he announced, and you let out a sigh of relief. Kurtz got up from the floor and went to you. You looked up at him, and he smirked. “Happy?”

“More like euphoric,” you whispered, standing up on your toes to give him a chaste kiss. “Thanks.” The two of you exited the ruin shack to see FP and the rest of the agency rounding up the mutants with guns. Finally, the backup from S.H.I.E.L.D. had arrived. FP stopped directing for a moment to look at you, and you gave him a thumbs up. The older man smiled back and then, looked at Kurtz. “Hey kid, you want a job?”

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redhairdontcare732 · 6 years

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SweetPea x Reader: Riot Night from Hell, Part 1

Author's Note: This one shot will be split into two parts. I just fell in love with this storyline, and the finished product turned out to be way longer than I had anticipated. There will be flashbacks interwoven throughout the story, and they're distinguished by the use of italics.

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Reader POV:

As I stood on the roof of Pop's, I internally questioned how my life had turned so far sideways in the course of just one day. Riverdale was in complete fucking chaos. My best friend was just shot and I had no idea if he was alive or dead, I had no clue where my boyfriend was, and the cherry on the top of this nightmarish day was that I was now stuck at Pop’s Diner, of all fucking places, with Archie Andrews, of all goddamned people, while Ghoulies patrolled the exterior, screaming my name. So on my list of top days, this was at the literal bottom.

The day had started out decently, I was with Sweets all day preparing for what would happen once Fangs was finally released. Sweet Pea and I had been dating for almost 5 years now, and we'd both spent the day doing everything we could to get our friend out of jail. Thing had really gotten fucked up when we went to the sheriff's office to escort Fangs out in one piece. I shivered internally as I recalled the events of today.

“IN UNITY THERE IS STRENGTH”, we shouted in unison, locking arms shoulder to shoulder. Everyone pulled away as we mentally prepared ourselves to usher Fangs out of the jail amongst the vengeful protestors. Sweet Pea was the only one who didn't pull away from me; rather, he pulled me closer into his arms and I naturally fell into his broad chest; I took a deep inhale of his familiar, comforting scent of worn leather, light cologne, and fresh soap. My hands found their way to the inside of his serpent jacket, hugging myself closer to him and shivering. Though it wasn't cold in the Sheriff's office I had these ominous chills that had racked my body ever since we'd entered. His thumbs brushed gently against the exposed skin between my ripped jeans and my white t shirt, soothing me in a way I didn't even know I needed. I sighed in contentment, briefly pulled from the swirl of anxious, dark thoughts that had plagued my mind since Fangs was arrested.

“I'm not gonna lie Y/N/N, I get why you have to come out with us, but I'm not thrilled with the idea of you out there with all those insane Northside assholes babydoll”, he murmured into my hair after a few moments. I chuckled lightly against him, tightening my arms around the handsome boy in reassurance.

“I'm not exactly thrilled that you are either Pea, but we both know that we aren't about to let Fangs go through this alone”, I replied quietly. Sweets pulled back slightly, bringing his large hands to rest against the sides of my face. His rough thumbs rubbed delicately across my cheek as he stared deeply into my eyes; I knew in that moment just how scared Pea really was. In times of stress Sweet Pea had the habit of taking my face into his hands, gently cradling my cheeks with the pads of his fingers and his eyes boring deeply into mine. I'd never really given it much thought at first; Sweets had done this since we were kids, and eventually when I pressed about it he had told me that he felt like he just ‘needed to know I was safe’. It somehow comforted him when he was able to see with his own eyes and feel with his own hands that I was indeed still with him. I brought my hands up to cover his gently. We stood like this for an indiscernible amount of time until he sighed in resolve. He brought my face closer to his with his hands and kissed me deeply. Normally, despite his tough exterior, Pea gave the sweetest kisses. His lips, though plump and rough were typically gentle and teasing against mine; Sweets preferred to initiate soft kisses until I moaned or deepened things myself. I think he began this habit when we were young and first together because he was nervous about my reciprocation, but he continues now because he just loved to watch the reaction he still had on me. And while the soft way Pea usually kissed me was one of my favorite things about him, I was surprised to find this kiss was very different. His lips were immediately needy against mine, tongue entering my mouth without warning. It was a kiss of desperation, of longing. Our mouths danced together as we both poured all of the emotions that our voices could not do justice to into our embrace. I was just as needy as him, but before too long we pulled back, foreheads resting against one another's. With one last peck to his swollen lips I nodded in resolve. Sweet Pea laced his warm fingers through mine, fitting together like pieces in a puzzle, and we headed out to the fray, hands locking us together.

I recalled how I’d gotten separated from the rest of the young serpents after Fangs was shot all because of the protesters and general pandemonium of it all. I had desperately searched amongst the crowd for the sight of the tall boy to no avail. My phone was dead, so I'd decided to search elsewhere. I ended up hopping on my bike and heading to the hospital, hoping to God that Sweets and Fangs would both be there and be okay. Adding to my growing fear and unease, it was only FP I found there, who broke the news that Fangs was in surgery.

“It's...ah... it's pretty bad kid”, FP drawled out while rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness. I felt my heart drop into the bottom of my feet. My eyes teared up at the prospect of losing my best friend. Fangs was so sweet and goofy; he should have never been in this position in the first place. My mind was flooded with picture perfect memories of summer days spent by the Quarry and late nights in Pea's trailer, surrounded by Fangs’ contagious laugh and ridiculous jokes. These memories ended abruptly as I recalled the way he'd slowly fallen to the ground, the red spot on his stomach spreading achingly fast. I remembered the sound of the gun above the screaming protestors. But most of all, I remembered Fangs’ face as he fell-- his soft features riddled with disbelief and pain as he slowly lost consciousness. He didn't deserve to go through this, and my heart felt like it was breaking into pieces because there was nothing I could do to help him. I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my shirt and steadied myself; with a deep breath, I reminded myself of my main goal at the moment. I needed to find Pea.

Despite FP’s best efforts towards the contrary, I'd left the hospital to try and find Sweet Pea. I knew that the whole town was in the middle of a full-on, apocalyptic riot, but I was determined to reconnect with my boyfriend and ensure that he was okay. Or as okay as he could be in this scenario, I guess. Knowing him for as long as I had, I knew that he was more likely than not spirling at the prospect of losing his best friend. And when Sweets spiraled, he spiraled hard and with violence. I was the only one with any chance of talking him off the ledge before he did something that he would regret later, and, honestly, I had also wanted to find him for completely selfish reasons. Even now, as I stood on the roof of our favorite diner, I desperately needed my boyfriend’s strong arms wrapped around me, his comforting scent surrounding me, and his deep voice in my ear telling me that everything was going to be okay.

So, I'd fought my way through Riverdale on my motorcycle, Mad Max style, trying to search anywhere I thought Sweets might be. I ended up at Pop's, hoping that either Pea would be there or Jughead would be and would know where he was. Pop's was an extremely important spot in our relationship; it was where he asked me out on our first date when we were 11 years old, it's where we shared our first kiss at 13, and it was in one of the booths near the back where Sweet Pea had told me he loved me for the first time. To this day the neon glow of Pop's never failed to make me happy or to give me hope.

However, the neon sign seemed dull and lifeless as I found, to my utter disappointment, he was not there. But not long after I showed up, Penny fucking Peabody and the Ghoulies arrived.

I was sitting with my head in my hands, having just been informed by Pop Tate that he hadn't seen Sweet Pea all day. The older man had his hand on my shoulders comfortingly, attempting to sooth my increasing level of anxiety. I glanced up at the kind, wrinkled face of Pop Tate and asked tiredly,

“Pop, you think I could use your phone?”. He nodded and handed me the receiver.

“ ‘Course sweetie”.

I dialed the number I'd long since memorized, praying that Pea would answer. Who knows what kind if trouble he could be in out there? My anxiety only increased as the line went dead, signaling that he hadn't answered. I slammed the phone down in frustration, returning to my previous position. Not seconds after, a giant crash hit my ears, and I heard the taunting voices that could only belong to Malachi and his Ghoulies.

“Oh Y/NNNNNNN, come out and playyyyyy”, Penny Peabody's sickening voice called out in a sing-song manner. “You and I have unfinished business DollFace”.

Penny as and I had never been on the best of terms; it was her and her snake charming ways that had nearly gotten my father released from prison, a thought which terrified me to my very core. Thankfully, the court system recognized the grave danger that would place me in and decided on a maximum life sentence. I thought that was the end of Penny and me, but unfortunately Jughead had to go and get himself tangled up with her when FP was locked up. I had taken my pseudo-brother's place in the deal he made, and once he came up with the plan to get rid of Penny I was all too eager to help. I knew she hated me, but I really thought she was gone for good.

“Okay we should be fine as long as-”, Archie started.

Another thunderous crash echoed through the small diner as one of the windows shattered.

“EVERYBODY STAY AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS”, I ordered as the burglar alarm blared.

“STAY DOWN”, someone shouted.

I ducked behind the counter, finding Archie Andrews down there as well.

“Pop do you have as gun in here?”, he asked tensely. The old man's soft face dropped.

“No. Had my fill of gunfire in the war. But I did learn a trick in the riots of ‘79. I have some liquor left over from Mr. Lodge's poker night”, he said tensely. “And if you can get to the roof from the crawlspace…”,

“I like how you're thinking Pop”, Archie interrupted. I nodded and shared a knowing look with my unlikely Northside ally.

I'd helped Archie Andrews board up the windows, and that's how I now found myself on the roof of Pop's with the ginger, liquor bottles in hand ready to fight the clinically insane gang below.

“Come on Y/N, you had to know that this moment was coming”, Penny shouted upwards at me, pulling me out of my trance. “It’s time to pay the price dollie”.

Malachai laughed, swinging his bat around teasingly. I glowered in response, choosing to stay silent. I felt Archie’s strong hand on my shoulder, offering support that I didn’t expect from the ginger boy. We'd been somewhat close as kids (friends through Jughead, my honorary self-proclaimed twin brother) but we hadn't spoken in a year or so. I wasn't overly fond of him as of late, ever since he ditched Jug for his Bulldog buddies and especially not since he'd waved a gun in Sweet's face and started his stupid Red Circle.

“Get the fuck out of here Penny, Y/N isn’t coming down and you’re not taking her any place”, he practically growled. I nodded.

“Last chance Ghoulie scum. Leave, or suffer the consequences”, I spat. Penny and Malachai scoffed.

“DO YOUR WORST! COME ON, HIT ME!”, Malachai shouted, a crazy look in his eye. Well, crazier than the usual insane look he wore. Steadying myself, I prepared the bottle. Lighting it quickly, I launched it as well as I could and managed to hit one of the ghoulies’ bikes dead on. The bike erupted in flames. This did nothing to faze the group below, and Archie lit his second bottle and prepared to throw it.

Before he could chuck the bottle, the Sheriff’s cruiser came bursting into the fray of Ghoulies, sirens blaring. Sheriff Keller and Fred Andrews came out of the car, Keller with a shotgun. He shot his shotgun in the air in warning and the Ghoulies scattered.

“This isn’t over Y/N!”, Malachai vowed as he ran away. I saw FP hop off his bike and demand that the rest of the Ghoulies leave. I smiled slightly in relief, and Archie and I shared a brief hug before heading back down into the restaurant.

Once we reached the bottom, I brought FP into a bone crushing hug as my way of thanks. He returned my affection, seeming like he needed the reassurance almost as much as I did in the moment. FP had always been there for me, especially since my own dad had gotten carted off to prison when I was 6. I'd stayed with the Jones’ on and off throughout my childhood, and it wasn't a stretch to say that FP was more of a father to me than my own. He was always there for me, and much like Sweet Pea he always tried to keep me from the less savory sides of life as Serpent. He pulled back from the hug to search my face for injuries. I rolled my eyes.

“You really think I'd let the discount Insane Clown Posse trash this beautiful mug?”, I joked half-seriously. FP rolled his eyes and glared.

“Seriously Y/N? What were you thinking taking on all those Ghoulies alone? You could've been fucking killed!”, he scolded. I scoffed.

“Okay first of all, I was not alone; our dear Archiekins was with me on the roof”, I said gesturing to the aforementioned boy who looked more like a wounded little puppy than anyone who'd just been tossing out Molotov cocktails had the right to. “Secondly, did it seem like I had many other options? And thirdly, I'm fine, so it couldn't have been that bad of a plan”, I sassed. FP sighed and ran a hand through his dark locks, eyes looking more tired than I knew he'd like to admit.

“Heard Sweet Pea is going insane looking for you Y/N; why the hell aren’t you answering your phone kid?”, he asked. I felt my heart flutter at the mention of my partner. My tough demeanor dropped instantly, and I grabbed FP’s arm.

“So he’s okay? Tell me he’s okay. My phone is dead; I'd tried calling on Pop's but he didn't answer. Where is he?”, I demanded. FP grabbed my arms gently.

“Whoa whoa slow down Y/NN. He’s fine, he’s good. He’s with Jug at the Wyrm”, he soothed. “Here, use my phone, call the boy and tell him you’re alright”.

I grabbed his phone eagerly, fingers swiftly dialing the number I knew by heart once again. My heart hammered in my chest as I heard the distinct ringing of the call being placed. I needed reassurance that my tall, dark haired other half was okay. With each ring of the phone my anxiety increased tenfold, until I heard the one thing I’d been searching for all night. That smooth, deep voice that could simultaneously calm me and send delicious tingles up my spine all at once. My mind flooded with the low rumbling chuckles and sweet sounds that comforted me as I laid on his chest in more tender moments, heart signaling sweet reassurances into my ears with each beat. My favorite sound in the world, Sweet Pea's voice

“Hello? FP, what’s up?”, I heard Sweet's soothing bass answer. Even though he sounded tense, panicked even, I couldn't help but feel elated that he was safe and able to speak to me at all. I sighed in complete relief.

“Pea? It’s me”, I answered quickly.

“Y/N/N? Oh my god are you okay? Where are you? Why aren’t you answering your phone?”, he questioned in a state of near panic.

“Sweets, it's okay, I’m okay. My phone is dead, and I’m at Pop’s with FP looking for you”, I breathed. “Are you okay? What happened to you after the Sheriff’s station?”.

“It’s a long story babydoll, I’ll tell you later. Where did you say you were? Stay there I’m coming to get you”, he replied. I shook my head before realizing that he couldn’t see me.

“No, Pea it’s not safe out there right now, and honestly it’s not safe here either. I’ll go with FP back to the Wyrm and meet you there”, I reasoned. He was silent for a beat, contemplating my words. I heard shuffling on the other line.

“Sweetheart, I know it’s not safe, that’s why I don’t want you out there”, he murmured. I could tell that he’d moved away from the other serpents; his sweet side was coming out and he probably didn’t want them to hear. “I just... I need you with me. I need to see you, hold you in my arms and know that you’re okay”.

My heart lurched at his protectiveness, warmth flooding my body at his tender words. I could practically picture his face, eyes cast downward and deep brown irises swimming with that look that he had always saved just for me. His chiseled jaw was probably locked, twitching with unease. If I were there I would run my fingers up and down his cheeks in an attempt to sooth the tense muscles, loving the way he relaxed and leaned into my touch.

“Sweets, I know. Believe me love, I want you safe just as much, but I promise I’ll make it over to you before you know it. The Wyrm is a hell of a lot safer than Pop’s at the moment, and besides I’ve been Mad Maxing my way through this nightmare of a town all night. I've got this”, I stated confidently. No matter how protective Pea could be, I was not some damsel in distress that needed his saving. There was no way on this Earth that I was going to let him go out into the riot that I’d been facing all night. He thought he could be protective but his fierceness had nothing on mine. He sighed and the line went silent for what felt like forever as I waited for his response.

“I love you”, he vowed finally.

“I love you more handsome. And I'm going to see you very soon”, I assured before we both ended the call. I turned to FP, handing him his phone.

“You down to help me get to the Wyrm?”, I asked. He nodded.

“Of course kid. You ready to ride on the back of my bike like you did when you were a tot?”, he grinned. I smiled in nostalgia for a moment, my mind wandering back to the simpler times of my life when FP would take me for rides on his bike to help me escape from the realities of my homelife, if only for a moment. I remembered fondly the day when he finally taught me how to drive my own bike that he gifted me. He always helped me take care of her, and some of my only true family memories were of Jug, FP, and I fixing up our bikes together. Surely he didn't think there was any way that I was going to leave her here in the midst of this shitshow.

“You're kidding”, I deadpanned. There was no way FP was for real.

“Dead serious kiddo. You need a way to get around, and I don't want you roaming the Southside alone even if Sweet Pea or Jug are with you”, he replied. I marvelled at the motorbike in front of us, tracing the chrome detailing with the tips of my fingers gently. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I rushed forward and enveloped him in a tight hug.

“Thank you”, I whispered. FP hugged me back briefly before affectionately mussing up my hair.

“Don't thank me yet kiddo, she still needs a ton of work. If you're up for it I mean”, he countered. I smiled my truest, widest smile.

“I'm in”.

“Think she needs a name don't you?”, he continued, heading over to the bike with his tools.

“Mhm”, I agreed, grabbing a tool out of the box and crouching down alongside him.

“She looks like a Norma to me”, I mused.

“Norma huh?”, he answered, not looking as I grabbed a tool from the box and began working.

“Yeah, Norma Jean”.

“I’m not leaving Norma Jean out here in this fucking dumpster fire of a town”, I countered. “I’ll just follow behind you”.

“That’s not a great idea kid”, he grumbled. “Riverdale is a hellhole on the best of days, and this is clearly not the best of days”. I crossed my arms petulantly.

“I'm not leaving Norma Jean here”, I repeated stubbornly. He sighed and rubbed his stubble ridden chin in contemplation.

“Okay, but you stay on my ass the whole way”, he countered, pointing a finger at me. “I move, you move. I stop you stop. You got that kid?”. I raised my hand solemnly.

“Scouts honor”, I stated seriously. He nodded, and we headed out of Pop’s together to fire up our motorcycles and head out.

We were speeding through the trashed streets of Riverdale, swerving here or there to avoid the dangers that littered the town’s once clean roads. I stayed true to my word and stuck close to FP as we traversed the potential dangers. I did my best to follow him, but after some rioters ran out in front of Norma I was forced to skid to a stop in the middle of the street. Among the din of the riot, FP didn't hear and he continued on. I huffed and began to start Norma up again in attempt to follow once more. But as I revved the engine I felt a pain like none I'd ever felt on the back of my head and my entire world went dark.

Sweet Pea's POV:

“Where the hell are they? She should be here by now”, I practically growled. Jughead lifted his hands up as if in surrender.

“Don't look at me man. Knowing how protective dad is over Y/N, and knowing how stubborn Y/N is, they're probably still fighting over how to get here. He's not gonna want her to ride alone, and she's not going to want to leave her bike”, he reasoned calmly. “Chill out Sweet Pea it's only been like 15 minutes, I'm sure they'll be here soon”, he continued before accepting a call and walking swiftly out of the bar to answer.

I blew air out of my mouth tensely, chest constricting tighter with each breath I took. While I knew that Jughead's words made sense, a larger more irrational part of me was still screaming that I needed to go out and find Y/N. My head was a swirl of rage and fear; my best friend was at some hospital fighting for his life, and the love of my life was out in this godforsaken nightmare of a town. There was nothing more I could do for Fangs, but I refused to stop until I knew my Y/N/N was safe. The only way I would be convinced that she was alright was if I got to hold her small frame in my arms. And to be perfectly truthful, I needed her warm body pressed against mine, her soft hair tickling my face, the sweet fragrance of her shampoo in my nose, and her melodic voice in my ear with gentle reassurances today more than ever. I needed her to keep me sane and grounded on the best of days, and this was sure as shit not the best of days. Ever since we were kids, long before I was ever lucky enough to call her mine, she'd been there to calm the ever-growing darkness that lived within me. Even once we got together I still needed her unique brand of tough love to set me straight at times.

“Pea stop!”, I heard her musical voice from behind me. I turned to see her comparatively shorter legs nearly running to keep up. I turned forward and continued on, ignoring the nagging urge to stop and listen to her.

“PEA I SWEAR TO FUCK-”, she shouted. I whipped around abruptly, stopping and standing nearly toe to toe with Y/N.

“Look, there's nothing you can say to change my mind Y/N. I'm not going back and that's it. Not everyone is cut out for this education shit, alright? I'll hit up Tall Boy, he's always got something lined up for me”, I practically snarled. I recoiled just the slightest bit at her stone cold face; her usually sweet features were scowling at me, adorable nose scrunched tight and dark eyebrows knitted together in concern and irritation. Y/N wasn't usually one to show when she was frustrated. No that was me; when I was angry everyone in a ten mile radius would know. I was like a wildfire, burning bright and scorching anything and everything in my path in a wave of red destruction. Her brand of anger was more like a blue flame, dark and understated, but more intense than you could imagine. My girlfriend could be downright terrifying at times, and to see her frustration directed at me nearly made me reconsider. She crossed her arms stubbornly.

“Give it up Sweets, you can't fool me with your ‘too cool to care’ act. I know you, and I know that you don't really want to quit school”, she growled. I huffed and ran a hand through my hair, frustration reigniting.

“Maybe you don't know me as well as you thought”, I spat. “In fact, why don't you just fucking leave? Everyone else does”.

I turned once again, walking quickly down the steps and away from the shithole that was Southside High. For a few moments I could tell that Y/N was still standing there motionless, and I felt an overwhelming amount of guilt and self-loathing overtake me. Why did I always do this? I couldn't even fathom the idea of my life without Y/N in it, but here I was trying my damnedest to push her away. But to face facts, Y/N was too good for me. She always had been. Too many thoughts swirled in my head all at once, and I quickly grabbed the helmet to my bike so I could ride and forget about them all. But just before my fingertips grazed the shiny black plastic of my visor , I felt a hand on my shoulder yanking me back. Y/N threw her arms around my waist, hugging me fiercely.

“No.”, she stated firmly, the sound slightly muffled by my chest.

“No?”, I scoffed.

“No, I'm not leaving you Sweet Pea. Not now, not ever. Get that through your head”, she replied while lifting her head slightly from my body. My heart fluttered, and I sighed in disbelief and skepticism. I tried to pull back from her vice grip, but like a boa constrictor she simply responded by squeezing my middle tighter. My hands hovered over her waist for a second or two before sinking into her embrace, grasping her as tightly as she did me.

“Sure Y/NN”, I murmured into her Y/H/C hair, breathing in deeply her familiar, comforting in an attempt to slow my racing heart. She always smelled the same: lilac scented shampoo mixed with some cheap perfume I'd gotten her for her birthday one year and a hint of cigarette smell. Normally I hated the way stale smoke smelled, especially on women, but somehow the scent was so uniquely Y/N that I couldn't help but love it.

“I'm serious Pea. Nothing you could ever say or do would make me give up on you”, she swore softly while looking up from the confines of my arms. “I love you, all of you. Even when you're so god-damned frustrating that it makes me want to strangle you, even when you do stupid and dangerous things, and even when you are so broken that you try to push me away I will still be there, loving you. I. Will. Never. Leave.You.”.

Her y/e/c swam with a mix of emotions: love, determination, sadness, desperation. I reached hesitantly up to her cheeks to rest my calloused fingers against her soft face, needing to feel her with my own hands and see her with my own eyes. With every sweet moment like this it became easier, but I too often needed to remind myself that she was indeed here. She was real, and she wanted me. Her dark fan of black lashes fluttered closer together as she closed her eyes slowly, reaching her hands up to rest across mine while her fingers traced delicate patterns across the backs of my hands. I was overcome with a feeling that I wasn't sure I could even explain. I decided in that moment that I was never going to let anything ruin this, what we had. Not even if that thing was me.

“I love you Y/N/N. I love you so much babydoll”.

With every passing moment that she wasn't here with me I felt myself becoming more and more unhinged. I paced around for what felt like an eternity. Voices swirled around me, and I couldn't have even guessed what they were talking about. When I finally tuned in, I found that FP had shown up. I immediately rushed over to him, eyebrows raised.

“FP, where's Y/N?”, I asked quickly, hope bubbling up in my chest amongst the fear that still swirled. His tired, worried face told me all I needed to know, but still I found myself asking again, panic evident in my voice. He shook his head sorrowfully.

“I don't know what happened man, she was right behind me the whole time and then all of the sudden she wasn't. I circled back and searched over and over but I don't know where she went off to Sweet Pea”, he admitted. My shoulders dropped and the fear that had been slowly building up all day suddenly contorted itself into a rock that sank into the bottom of my stomach. FP clapped a hand on my shoulder, finger pointing in my face, a determined expression in his eyes.

“Don't worry SP, she's the toughest girl I've ever known. She gonna be fine. We're going to find her man, I promise”, he spoke tersely. He sounded sure on the outside, but I could tell that he was just about as scared as me. It made sense, Y/N was practically FP’s daughter at this point; he and Jughead were the closest thing that she'd ever had to a family, other than myself. It was for that reason, and that reason alone, that I forced the anger that was bubbling within me back down. FP's phone buzzed, and he turned away to answer.

“What do we do man? I've gotta find her!”, I shouted after him. Already 5 steps ahead, I grabbed my jacket and began to head for the door. I'd been patient enough; now it was time to go and search for my Y/N/N myself.

“SWEETPEA!”, I heard a female voice shout from behind me. I turned to find Toni weaving her way through the throng of serpents with that red headed Northside queen bee following closely behind. She reached me and grabbed my arm so tightly that it would have hurt if I were capable of focusing on anything else but Y/N.

“Topaz I really don't have time for this right now. Y/N is still out there and--”, I started before the small, pink haired serpent shook her head furiously.

“No, that's what I'm trying to tell you Pea! I was held hostage by the Ghoulies, and when Cheryl and I were leaving I saw one of them roll in on Norma Jean”, she exclaimed breathlessly, eyes slightly wild.

“It's true. We would have stopped, but I'd just saved TT from those Neanderthals and we didn't have the same element of surprise on our sides this time”, the Queen Bee replied. My hands clenched into tight fists.

“So you're telling me that those Ghoulie scum have my Y/N?”, I spat through my teeth, eyes squinting shut in fury. Toni nodded. I felt my body start to quiver in total rage. A small, buried part of me was terrified at the prospect of my girl being surrounded by those fuckers. Sure, Y/N was as tough as they come, but those Ghoulies were certifiably insane. And she was probably way out numbered. My mind refused to accept the possibilities of what could being happening to her at this very moment, and my entire being chose to ignored this fear in favor of blinding fury.

“You have to take me there Topaz. Now.”, I demanded. Her pink locks bobbed with her head as she nodded grimly.

“Toni, where were the Ghoulies keeping you?”, FP interrupted. His face was grim and his mouth drawn into a straight line.

“I'm bringing SP there now, they've got Y/N”, she replied quickly.

“I know. I think Jughead just went to go save her, and now they've got them both”, FP choked. My hands clenched and unclenched with unabashed anger.

“Well what the fuck are we waiting for? Let's go”, I nearly screamed as I pulled Toni out the door and to our rides.

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riverdalefan6602 · 5 years

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ninimackbrews · 6 years

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What a night

Note: So my first fic on tumblr eek!! So nervous but imma post anyways. Hope you enjoy!! L/C/H= length color hair

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings: slight smut, language, underage drinking (if thats a warning idk)

Word count: 1,234 (pretty short sorry)

The Wyrm was bustling, like it was every Friday night. The smoke in the bar clouded everyone’s vision and the alcohol clouded their minds. In the back of the bar in a small booth sat the teens of the Southside. Toni and Fangs sat next to each other giggling about something Jughead had said. Sweet Pea sat across from them with his arm over your shoulders. Your head lulled into his chest, the alcohol in your system wearing you down.

“You good Princess?” Sweet Pea slurred a bit, his hand tightening on your shoulder. You smiled slowly, burying your head in his chest.

“‘M tired s’all,” you breathed in his smell of leather and alcohol. The rumble you felt in his chest gave way to him chuckling. His fingers ran lazily through your L/C/H. Toni looked up at the two across from her with a smirk, tapping Fangs chest and Jughead’s arm.

“Look at the two love birds,” Fangs grinned, whipping out his phone to take a picture. Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at his friend. He moved you to where he could get his arm under yours and under your knees, lifting you from where you were sitting.

“Woah, this is high,” you giggled in your drunken state. Sweet Pea chuckled again. His foot kicked the door to the Wyrm open, letting in the cool night air.

“Lets get you home Princess.” You nodded, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Sweet Pea opened the passenger door to his truck, setting you down gently. You felt cold without his body against yours. When you felt him get in the drivers seat you crawled across the bench of the truck curling into his side. Pea didn’t try to hide the smile that bloomed on his face, the softness in his eyes only shown to you beamed.

“I wanna go to yours Pea,” you hummed onto his shoulder, your arm wrapping around his middle to the best of its ability. Sweet Pea cocked an eyebrow, you never wanted to be alone at his place with him, you had said it cause speculation and gave people the wrong idea of your friendship. Yes, friendship. It was the best friendship actually. You had been friends for years, since you were in elementary school. Though as you both got older you both wanted it to be more, but you were to afraid to say anything or ruin your relationship.

“Are you sure Y/N?” He asked, putting the truck in drive, grasping the steering wheel tightly. You arm had fallen lower on his stomach, making him tense at how close your hand was to his crotch. You hummed in agreement, absentmindedly tracing your fingers along his tee shirt hem. His shirt rising a bit allowing you to rub circles into the exposed skin, rubbing your head on his shoulder like a cat would. He shook his head, pulling his lip between his teeth, “If you say so.”

The truck came to a stop outside of Pea’s trailer. You had not left him alone the entire drive, mumbling about how fit he was and how much you loved how he smelled. Sweet Pea tapped your thigh lightly and you smiled up at him with your eyes closed.

“Come on Princess, lets get you inside,” he huffed as he got out of the truck. You groaned at the loss of contact.

“Peeaa,” you whined, making grabbing motions with your hands out to him like a child. Sweet Pea rolled his eyes smiling. He reached out picking you up bridal style, taking you up into his small trailer. Once inside he set you down on his bed and proceeded to find a pair if boxers and a tee shirt for you to wear.

“Pea, is it always this hot in your house, god,” when Sweet Pea turned to face you, you had rid yourself if your shirt and were working on your pants. He quickly turned around closing his eyes.

“Jesus, Princess, at least wait till i leave the room,” he shook his head at the ceiling, hearing you shuffling behind him. He then felt your small hand on his sides, easing down to his hips. He kept his eyes closed out of curtesy as you made your way around him to stand in front of him with your hands clutching his hips tightly, pulling him flush to you.

“Why, do you not like the way I look Sweet Pea?” You said in a hushed tone, like it was a secret only for him. He took a sharp breath as you ran your hands up his chest and to his shoulders pushing the heavy leather off his shoulders. In his hand was the pair of boxers, that when the jacket dropped to the floor they went with it.

“No, of course not, you... you look amazing,” his voice shook, trying to restrain himself, clenching his fists at his sides. You smirked, the buzz you had giving you the confidence you lacked every other day.

“Then why are your eyes still closed?” You teased, cupping his face in your palms. His head dropped down to you, but his eyes remained closed. You huffed in annoyance, flicking his cheek causing him to jump and open his eyes to look down at you in confusion.

“What was that-“ but you didn’t let him finish, you leaned up onto your toes, pulling him down to your level and kissed him. His lips stayed stoic against yours, to nervous to kiss back, but he soon gave in. Your mind was clouded, but not enough for you not to enjoy this. Your lips fit perfectly against his, like you were made for each other. He tasted like the drink he had been drinking and it was just at intoxicating as the actual drink. You couldn’t get enough of it. Sweet Pea groaned, grabbing the back of your bare thighs, hoisting you up onto his hips. He laid you down on his bed, never breaking the kiss. Your hands were in his hair at this point, tugging lightly at the roots. He actually let out a soft moan, pulling away from you as you rutted your hips up to meet his roughly. His head dipped to your neck nipping slightly. He sucked and nipped dark spots into your flushed skin.

“Y/N are we really gonna do this?” He whispered in your ear, nudging your ear with his nose lightly. When you didn’t reply he sat up to look down at you and chuckled. You laid there your eyes closed, head tilted to the side, hair in disarray, and soft snores left your swollen lips. He sat back on his heels sighing, “guess not, probably for the best though.” He ran a hand through his hair getting up off the bed to retrieve the boxers and the shirt from the floor and dresser. He dressed you, with great difficulty, but he still managed to do it.

“G’night Pea,” you mumbled rolling into the pillow. He smiled leaning down to kiss your head.

“Good night Princess.” Sweet Pea made his way out to the living room with a pillow, throwing himself down on the couch. He tugged the blanket from the back of the couch and laid there in thought. He eventually fell asleep with the feeling of your lips against his in his mind.

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Part two?? Maybe, we’ll see😂

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negans-lucille-tblr · 5 years

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Commissions are OPEN

So I don’t think I’ve ever officially announced this or made a post about it, so here it is!

My commissions are currently open! At the moment I’m accepting one off commissions (so nothing that would be ongoing as those slots are currently full on Patreon)

I’ll accept commissions for drabbles, oneshots or a mini series. The length of what you want can be discussed.

I’ll currently write for one or more of the following...

Jeffrey Dean Morgan / Negan / John Winchester

Jensen Ackles / Dean Winchester

Jared Padalecki / Sam Winchester

Frank Castle

FP Jones

You know me, I’ll write pretty much anything. Just let me know what you’re thinking and I’ll let you know if it’s out of my comfort zone!

I don’t really have a fixed price, it’ll depend what you want, how many words you want it to be etc so just message me your thoughts and I’ll let you know a price and we can take it from there!

It’s probably best to message me privately so we can actually chat rather than sending me an ask!

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xsuperhero-expertx · 6 years

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Masterlist

Updated daily

Tag list is open!!

Riverdale & actors

Sweet Pea:

The fight I never wanted

Thunderstorm Sadness

🐍BodyBag🐍 -series

Currently on hiatus

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Part 4

Part 5

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Chris Evans

Please don’t leave me : my first fic posted on tumblr it sucks ass don’t hate me🙈

Always I Promise🔒

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Troubled souls -series

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its-me-im-coraline · 7 years

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FP Jones & Reggie Mantle | Just take care of her.

Count of words: 1018

Warnings: huge age gap (all of them are leagal here), some swearing

A/N: hope this is good... I’m sorry it took me so long ♥

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@tayrae515

Could you do one where reader is BFF with Reggie since birth and he’s super protective over her. She has been hiding that she is a serpent and is madly in love with FP Jones. Reggie finds out and is mad and starts fighting with fp reader gets annoyed and leaves to go do a job for the gang and gets hurt some how. Reggie and Fp put there differences aside to be there for reader because they both love you just in different ways. Really bad explanation but your so amazing. You got this 😉😂💕

It was a very strange life you got there. You were living in the South Side and was raised like a Serpent, by your father, but you were attending school in the other side of Riverdale, that was considered the ‘right’ side as well, and concluded the east, north and west side of the town. No matter how strange it seemed, it was all your mother’s wish, saying you didn’t diserve to be treated like a child criminal or something. You never really complained, you didn’t mind. You actually made friends, well, one mostly. You were friends with Reggie Mantle, one of the school’s jocks, when you were just in kindengarden and now you were forced to hung around his jock friends as well, even if high school was over. He was a good guy, honestly, as long as you were concerned. He was always very nice and gentle when it came to you, he would even let you punch him with all you got whenever you got mad at him and he wouldn’t even defend himself. He would just let you and try to hug you, something that usually calmed you down. He was super protective of you, really, and you, for once didn’t mind.

The only time you were pretty disturbed by Reggie being so over protective was when he would get involved in your love life. It furstraded you that he would always say, ‘Not this one. Nope I don’t like him. Nope, not him.” And more things like that. It was quite annoying, while the only thing you wanted to do was to slap him across the face. I mean, you could understand that he felt obligated to keep you safe, but there was only so much he could do without having you pushing him away. There were so many things you didn’t tell him. You thought it was better if you kept them to yourself. For example you weren’t sure how happy he ould be finding out you are a sepent, and you were certently scared of how he would react if he knew that you liked FP Jones, let alone that you had a secret relationship with him. To be honest, it wasn’t really a secret, it was more like a truth only the serpents knew. Well, when I put it that way, it was a secret but the one’s not aware of that were only your friends by the ‘right’ side of Riverdale. But it wasn’t going to be hidden for long.

It was yet another quiet night when you and FP would have your little ‘getway’, as he called it. Usually you would just drive somewhere quiet and talk, or just admire the stars in each other embrace. Tonight, though, he wanted to do something different. After Pop’s was empty and it was later at night, the two of you would go there and enjoy some milkshakes accompanied with some burgers and curly fries. So, after most people had left the small dinner, you and FP walked in, hand in hand, and sat in a booth towards the back. It was all fun and games, until a familiar raven haired boy, going by the name of Reggie. “YN, what the hell are you doing with this man?” The boy asked, anger evident in his voice. “Reggie-” “No, no, stop. Get away from this man. He is a fucking serpent!” He yelled, grabbing your arm in an attempt to pull you away. “So am I, Reg. I am serpent as well so let me be.” You said, finally revealing this to your best friend, already feeling like you dissapointed him. “What? When? How? Why didn’t you tell me?” “I am a serpent. Since birth. I didn’t tell you cause I thought you would either fear me or get mad at me.” you explained, annoyance dripping in your voice. “You’re damn right I am mad. You are a fucking serpent. But that’s not much of the point. What are you doing with this man?” he questioned you again, the question mostly thrown towards FP. “I am currently taking her on a date, so if you don’t mind, we would like some alone time.” Replied FP, finally talking after the little convo of you and your best friend. It didn’t take long for the two to start a new convo, though, something that made you simply run away from both, and avoid them with all you had.

After running for a while you ended up at Archie’s house, due to a text he sent you just a couple of minutes before. Turns out that the gang wanted you to help them with something, they wanted you to do the dirty work (a/n somebody’s gotta do it. dirty work. so we’re getting to it.... ok i shut up now...) as usual, but you didn’t mind. You needed to take your mind off of everything that happened that night, underrestimating the danger while at it. And, that is how you ended up in the hospital, with a broken leg, arm, wounds and bruises all over. You didn’t even understand how it happened, all you knew was the pain shooting all over your body and the fact that you needed the two men you loved the most by your side.

You fell asleep pretty fast after being taken to the hospital, and where surprised to see; or better hear, FP and Reggie talk inside your hospital room, each holding one of your hands. You didn’t hear much, but what you did hear was enough to bring a smile on your face. “So, you love her?” “I do, with all my heart, kid. She is my life,” FP said, tightening his grip on your hand, just a little bit. “I love her too. So, you know how it goes; you hurt her, I hurt you,” Reggie warned and the man sitting opposite of him chuckled. “Not sure you can do that kid, but I love her too much to hurt her,” he replied, leaving a sweet kiss on your forhead. “Just take care of her. She’s all I have.” “I will.”

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