#i still haven't come up with a real reason as to why tony was gone

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 13

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TWs/Summary: In this house, we ship Reader/Tony's Rolls-Royce. Reader and Tony being dorks on a date. That's it that's the chapter. Lots of sass and Tony being Tony.

A question for my readers: Are you still invested? How's the slow burn? Is everything realistic? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

As usual, my beta is @miscmarvelwritings . I love her.

"Nice digs, Cupcake."

"Nice ride, Tin Man."

The sass fell from my lips, warm and familiar, paving the way for our upcoming debut like the old, soft living room rug. Any awkwardness I had expected there to be left the moment I saw Tony pull up to my front gate in his Royce: the man was just that extra. The size of my estate, the five-figure outfit of mine - it paled in comparison to his own clout. 

In a world where my choices were usually distributed between stuck-up rich boys or insecure middle-class men, Tony was a fresh drink of water with his absolute indifference towards my and his own net worth.

I wasn't afraid to admire said ride, either. Being a huge petrolhead was what got me interested in engineering, physics and computer sciences in the first place. The desire for speed grew into thirst for knowledge: how to get more horsepower, how to tune, how to mod. No mechanic took an eighteen year old rich-girl seriously even when I had all the lingo right, I had to be a step ahead, at all times, if I wanted my ride to be the best. And I never settled for less than that.

"No driver?" I inquired for the reason behind the unusual behaviour. After all, a Rolls' wasn't the kind of car you drive personally. All the amenities it had, it had in the back.

"Gave Happy a day off," Tony remarked absently. I noticed the small quirk of his eyebrow, however. He was intrigued.

I decided to give it a shot. "So what, this thing packs, what, about five-fifty horses?" I mused, watching Tony nearly swerve into the opposite lane. "At two and a half tons, it's still gotta be pretty quick with that V12-turbo. How fast it go?" The satisfaction was immeasurable, as pleasant to my soul as sitting in a heated leather chair with the smell of a new car, engine quietly rumbling in front of me. And by quietly I mean, it was focus-or-you'll-miss-it kind of quiet.

"Well aren't you full of surprises, baby girl," Tony grinned; a happy, excited grin even. It made his face lose ten years of age just like that. "Zero to sixty in five and a half seconds," He said after a moment. 

"Not bad," I said, sounding impressed. I already knew that but I wasn't planning on robbing Tony out of well deserved praise for his choice in vehicles. 

"Got a ride of your own?" He asked with a smile, like he didn't know it already. No background check would have skipped my three speeding tickets, but I concur. This game was fun.

"I do, actually. It's a 2008 Range Rover. Supercharged," I added in the end, just to emphasise.

"A big car for such a little girl," Tony whistled playfully.

"I'm compensating," I deadpanned. "I'm a little slow on the uptake, y'know, so my Rangie with five hundred horses makes up for it. Gotta keep it balanced."

Tony chewed on his lip. "Five hundred? Haven't heard about that, it comes with three-ninety-five in stock," His eyebrow wiggled. "Tuned it?" He cast me a contemplative glance.

"Yup," I exclaimed happily. As far as the date, I would have been utterly ecstatic to talk about cars all evening. Screw the boring "where do you see yourself in five years" questions, talk to me about your favourite engine swaps. Concept cars, give me those. Monster trucks? Yes, please. Vintage low-riders? Couldn't wait to get my grubby little hands on one. Gimmee!

Tony kept his silence and kept his press smile starting the moment we set foot on getting out of the car. The place he'd taken me to was ridiculously upscale and fancy; the valet hesitated only for a second before catching the keys Tony so carelessly tossed in his direction. There was almost no fear in his body language when the boy approached the massive, expensive vehicle.

The hostess smiled big at Tony and gave me the world's biggest stink-eye when he looked the other way but what else is new? As soon as she left us in the privacy of our booth, I didn't hesitate to stick my tongue at her retreating back. A brief lapse in maturity, if you will.

Tony cackled, growing suddenly serious. "Did she bother you? I can get her fired. I should get her fired."

"Nah," I shrugged. "Don't really care, just wanted to showcase my amazing sense of humour." Snorting, I gave Tony a wink and a secretive grin.

"You really don't give a fuck, do you," His eyebrows twitched again, a sign of mild interest that I noted during our routine sciencing time together. Tony was incredibly expressive if one took the time to observe.

"I could suck your dick under the table right now," I answered honestly. "It's just that when God gave out things like dignity and shame, I wasn't home. Too many fun things to do, y'know," I spoke as casually as I could even though I was dying of laughter inside.

Eyes bulging, jaw hanging mid-way to the floor. Tony was serving Looks™ and I didn't mean just the white tee and purple blazer combo. "Princess, you're going to be the fucking death of me!" He took a sip from his water glass, smirking.

Finally releasing my mirth, I gathered my hands in a lock in front of me. His own, warm and calloused, reached over - I allowed the brief intimacy, clasping them, fiddling with the leather band of his watch. For a moment, it was just us, sitting in the dim light, discovering each other anew to Robert Johnson singing the blues and NYC bustling with life just behind the wall. 

The waiter took our orders - and if I totally butchered the Italian, Tony was gentleman enough not to make any remarks. 

"Somehow, every time I am with you, you both manage to meet my expectations to a T and surprise me at the same time," I wasn't able to completely ignore my nerves. My hand was still loosely in his and he didn't mind at all, me messing with his watch.

"How so?"

"I'm going to loosely quote someone, bear with me." Mr Davies's words popped into my mind just as I was wondering how to best articulate my feelings. "You're eccentric and interesting because it's, well, it's you, because it would be much weirder if we'd be sitting here and making boring small-talk and asking each other the genetic get-to-know-you questions," I briefly paused to sip my Dom Peringon and stare at our hands. Gathering my wits. "That would be why I don't do dates. It sounds so tedious on paper, just sorting through people until a person that's not absolutely mind-numbing comes around."

Tony was silent for a moment, the sheen of his eyes, the faraway look; he was lost in memories. Probably remembering all the girls he had charmed before. I didn't doubt it was easy for him: his smile was distracting and people usually were attracted to shiny things. He shone plenty. Also, most people were stupid, they never cared to look past the golden wrapper. I was convinced there was a diamond under it. But then again, I was biased.

"I've never thought about it that way, but I guess you're right," He finally said, serious. "With Pepper, at least, it was. Come to think of it, we never had that much in common, besides Stark Industries and her willingness to put up with my shit." It was painful for him to talk about her, that much was obvious. His laugh was forced and sardonic.

I, on the other hand, never understood why they got together in the first place. Or maybe I did - but the cold, composed Pepper and the chaotic, energetic Tony reminded me too much of my own parents. All four people in this fucked up equation could have been much happier if they choose... What? Being alone? That was terrifying, too.

I kept quiet, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

"You know, this is so bizarre. Even an eighteen year old kid has got it figured out," He suddenly said, his tone bitter like the coffee that he loved.

"Woah, slow down," I put up a hand. "I never said I know what to do. I just said I know what NOT to do." The 'kid' remark would have made me eye-roll so hard my skull would crack any day. In this context, however, it was pretty spot on.

Tony snorted. "And how did you come by that information, pray tell, Baby?"

I huffed. "Have you met my parents?" We simultaneously cringed and I hurried to erase that mental image. "I make fun of myself for being into old dudes all the time," I made air quotes around the phrase that made Tony scoff, "But, honestly speaking, I've never even been on a date. Like a real one. Usually it's twenty minutes and I'm falling asleep mid-conversation. People can't seem to keep up with me or something," I felt genuinely dejected. "So many meaningless questions, so many downright idiotic comments. From men," I pointed out the obvious. "My mother used to tell me she thought I was gay because I didn't act like a girl... Whatever that means."

"That sounds pretty shitty," Tony was studying me like one would have been looking at an exotic animal in a zoo. "That said, I agree."

"That I don't act like a girl?" I teased him, the left corner of my mouth tilting upward. "Fuck that noise. I want to drive fast cars, drink straight liquor and have orgasms. If that makes me a dude... I look pretty good for a dude in a dress."

We laughed in unison, tension evaporating under the shared, mutual understanding. With Tony, it was easy. The waiter brought our selected dishes. Blink-and-he's-gone. Top notch service.

"A dude in a dress, can't say I'm surprised 'bout your lack of dates," He remarked conversationally, happily digging into his food. The noises he made were intriguing, to say the least, and I followed suit on my own food, finding it absolutely delicious. A delicious meal with a delicious man at my side. I refused to feel guilty about my thoughts.

"I guess I have exactly one (1) date on my ledger now," I raised my argument.

The fork clattered as Tony once again, came to a sudden realization. "Holy shit, you weren't kidding."

"No shit," I gave into the urge to roll my eyes. "But on the upside, my first date was with the most gorgeous, intelligent and witty bachelor of the city. I'd say I don't have it all that bad," I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Aw, you're making me blush," Tony recovered quickly, grinning. "And don't be shy. The most desired bachelor of the country, if not the world."

I shook my head. "No, the world's most delectable bachelor is one of the Saudi princes. What's-his-name, the one who posts goat and horse pics on Insta," I snapped my fingers a couple of times, trying to remember the name as Tony looked at me all offended. "Anyways, you get my point. I could have a go at him, don't you think?" Cocking my shoulder, coyly twirling the strap of my dress, I gave Tony my best come-hither look and was rewarded with an appreciative once-over. His eyes were growing hungry again. 

"You're a million dollar baby," He finally said, voice low. "And the extent of people I would be willing to share you with is very small."

That got me interested, sudden heat prickling underneath my skin. The conversation took a turn I didn't expect it to; and there lied the delight of being around Tony. He was always ready to surprise, in the best way. "Tell me," I requested politely.

"That's a conversation for another time," He was enjoying the chit-chat, desire beginning to creep into his features.

"Mmm, you think?" I allowed the strap of my dress to slip down my shoulder, exposing a collarbone, showing him just how far I was willing to go to satisfy my curiosity.

He swallowed audibly. "I think... You're smart enough to figure it out," He finally gritted his teeth, finishing off his dinner and immediately calling for the check. 

I wasn't done yet, however. The possibility of riling him up, taunting him into a lustful frenzy - I was in heaven. Karma had favoured me that evening, it had given me a chance to get Tony back for all the times he unknowingly made my mouth water and my brain go blip. "Must be Steve then," I bit my lip in thought. 

Honestly? I was as clueless as the couple next table over. Steve it wasn't, that much I knew for sure, he and Tony had their little love/hate dramatic connection that always ended in a massive ego standoff. Tony would be on the frontline fighting against Steve if the blonde dared to show anything even remotely resembling romantic interest towards someone Tony himself had his eyes on.

"Princess," Tony growled, sarcastically raising an eyebrow.

"Not Steve," I replied, cracking a smile. Success! "You know, I'm really bad at guessing who's into me. Unless someone is balls deep in me," My face was mere inches away as we quickly shrugged on our coats. "And even then, I can't be sure."

My giggling was accompanied by Tony shaking his head in exasperated fashion; he took my hand nonetheless and I happily swayed it between us, poster child for "not a care in the world". He allowed it, maintaining the same exasperated air about him, and I let him. Fondness and happiness seeped through that anyways.

"Brat," His voice was kind. And his kiss tingled where he left it on the corner of my mouth, sweet and short. "Here, have a go," Before I could react, the keys to his Rolls Royce were placed in my palm and he was making his way around the car to the passenger's side.

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[one-spidey-boii]

BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch. two

read chapter one here

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an; welcome back y’all. thank you to all who have read so far, even tho it’s only chapter two. i’d love to hear your feedback! enjoy!

**italics indicates flashback**

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 2.2k+

edie's pov

so that's spiderman? seems like a fun guy, i think as i walk through the dark alleyways so i don’t draw unwanted attention to myself. it's late and i'm navigating my way home, still thinking about my run-in with the red and blue clad boy. it's easy to tell he's young by the sound of his voice, leading me to believe he’s twenty at most. that doesn't bother me of course, as i too am considered young for a crime-fighting vigilante.

i turn the last corner before reaching my street and sigh with relief at the sight of my apartment building. the light in my window is off, aiding in the illusion that i'm asleep so my mom doesn't come in while i'm away on my semi-nightly adventures. just before i can touch the brick stones of my building as i pass by, a mechanical swoosh comes down and picks me up off the ground. i let out a small yelp and quickly find myself placed on the roof.

"hey, wolfie." mr. stark says as he walks out of his iron man suit. i let out the breath i was holding and turn around to face him. i offer him a small smile and take my hood down.

"mr. stark, hello, sir."

"school's almost out, right?" before i can answer, he keeps talking, "good. i'm gonna need your help with something."

i wipe away the beads of sweat running down my forehead as i bend down to pick up my throwing knives from the concrete ground. i steady myself and focus on the tattered piece of cardboard nailed to the wall that is my makeshift target. with a small grunt, i fling one towards the center of the red dot, hitting it dead on. i continue this activity until i run out of things to throw and my arms feel like jelly. i lost count of how many times i'd hit the center of the target in a row.

stepping back with a satisfied smirk, i collect my knives, shoving them back into their rightful place in my bag or around my waist and turn on my heel to head home. i manage to take two steps before a voice stops me in my tracks.

"hey, don't walk away now, kid, the next one would have been fifty." my eyes widen at the familiar voice that often appears on my living room television. i slowly move to face the man and gulp, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, not being able to say a word.

"come on, one more. show me what you got." says tony stark, with a loose smile on his face.

without a word, i force my trembling hands to grab my favorite knife from my right boot and brace myself for a throw. my breathing is shaky as i raise my right arm and inhale along with it. i can feel the sweat running down my back as i close my eyes for a moment. don't embarrass yourself, e, i think to myself. with that i snap my eyes open and silently chuck the knife towards the target.

i missed.

"oh for fuck's sake." i groan into my hands before i remember who i'm with and freeze. i keep my head in my hands, making sure to cover my face, only gathering enough courage to peek at tony stark through my fingers.

"well, that's awkward, i won't lie," he says, looking uncomfortable, "but i think i saw what i needed to see beforehand. i'm tony stark, or iron man if you wanna get fancy." he reaches a hand out in my direction.

"edie wolfe, hi." i reply with a defeated and lame handshake. to save both of us from looming silence, he pulls at my hoodie before continuing on, "okay, ms. wolfe." he pauses to inspect my attire, "what is this? leggings? and a hoodie? kid, if you're gonna be throwing knives, you gotta expect people to throw them back at you. this isn't going to cut it." he motions to the thin fabric covering my arms and chest.

i laugh at his words, "oh hey i see what you did there."

not catching on to his own pun, he moves on again, "what? actually never mind, we have a lot of talking to do, wolfie."

ever since that night, he took me under his wing- and a week later i got a package with a brand new suit in it. one that would protect me a whole lot more than what i was working with before.

"earth to wolfie, beep beep boop," mr. stark says as he pokes me in the forehead. i swat his hand away and give him my full attention. he continues on, "so you're in? a summer at the compound, being scary and keeping bad guys away?"

i raise an eyebrow at him, "what makes you think my family will be okay with that?" i ask. mr. stark simply rolls his eyes, "i already talked to your father, need i show you the proof?" i shake my head and he nods with satisfaction.

"okay, kid. see you in a few days." he says, preparing to get back into his suit, but before he can fly away i stop him, a question looming over my head, "am i doing this alone?"

"of course not. i wouldn't leave you alon- well actually i can't leave him alone so that's why you're gonna be there," he explains with a shake of his head.

"and who exactly is this person?" i ask with my arms crossed.

"how about one friendly neighborhood spiderman!" he yells and takes off before i can say anything back.

-

finally, the last day of school was upon us. it seems that the ending of every school year is bittersweet, and to be honest it hasn't quite hit me yet. senior year was way lamer than everyone played it off to be. you're told that you're officially ‘top dog', but let's be real- no real credit is given until you've graduated. but hey, here's to making it this far.

i'm sitting at my usual lunch table, surrounded by peter, ned, and mj. we pass jokes around the group and take in every moment we have left of our time together, yanno, since peter is leaving. but so am i. which is something i still have to share with everyone.

"uh, hey, guys. can i be a debby downer for a moment?" i ask, clearing my throat and disturbing the light mood of the afternoon. the table quiets down and all eyes are on me. "so you know how peter is leaving this summer?" i ruffle peter's hair in an attempt to not make that statement so sad.

"yeah, edie, we know." mj says with an eye roll as she picks at her cold french fries. i roll my eyes back at her and mock her voice. i can't help but notice peter's guilty face sitting next to me, little does he know i am going to make it a whole lot more weird up in here.

i take in a big breath and hold it to up the anticipation, "well it looks like i'll be gone too."

ned drops his chicken wrap and shakes his head furiously, "nuh uh, nope. no way. sorry, e, i can't allow that to happen," he says with a stern voice. peter chooses this moment to negatively highlight my new confession, "edie, how dare you! someone needs to be here to look after the kids."

i lower my head in shame, god this was so hard to do. faking a playful smile, i try to make light of the situation, "hey, c'mon, we all know mj is the mom friend of the group."

mj shakes her head violently and protests against my statement, "absolutely not. i veto that with all of my being, ned is the mom." she insists as she points to the pouting boy. we all laugh at that before falling into an uncomfortable silence. i glance in peter's direction and try to smile at him. doing this to him was the hardest, i tell him everything and knowing full well that i can't tell anyone about my stay at the compound, it just hurts my heart. we won't be able to communicate all summer.

"my mom signed me up to be a camp counselor...at, uh, a self-defense camp." i panic at the last second, realizing i never thought about what kind of camp i would fictitiously be a part of. the whole table bursts out into laughter.

through short breaths and a hearty laugh, ned pokes fun at me, "edie? teaching children how to kick someone's ass? look at you, you're like a soft pillowy little marshmallow." i stick my tongue out at him and cross my arms.

"hey, i wouldn't shut down the idea too fast, remember e's dad is like, an actual fbi agent. i'm sure he's taught her some stuff," peter chimes in, coming to my rescue. i nod along and hum a 'mhm', snickering inside at how much they don't know.

-

once i'm home, i pack my suitcase with all the things i think one would need to stay at a high tech superhero compound. i grab all of my knives and shove them into a utility pack, along with my suit.

my parents know where i'm going, and lucky for me they’re okay with it. well, at least my dad is.

my father, sam wolfe, works for a hidden branch of the fbi that trains government spies and the occasional assassin. thus being the reason i grew to be so good at combat. he would take me onto the roof of our building and have me shoot at targets and hit punching bags. we would practice for hours at a time, his booming voice critiquing my every move and decision as i worked. i've never been comfortable with a gun, so i stuck with knives and made that my craft.

i haven't seen my dad in a few months now. to 'protect' me and my family, we weren't allowed to know where my dad was going or why he had to leave in the first place. once mr. stark came into my life, he and my father became close, putting his trust in mr. stark to watch out for me whenever he was gone.

my mother on the other hand, she hates everything about it. she’s afraid of the world and all the things that lurk behind closed doors. when dad isn't around, we aren't allowed to talk about anything related to knives or fighting or tony stark. and for my nine-year-old brother's sake, i oblige.

pulling my bag onto my shoulder and lugging my suitcase through the hall, i meet my mother and brother in the living room. she meets my eyes with her cloudy ones and closes the distance between us with a strong hug. i chuckle at her before wrapping my arms around her plump frame.

"mom, it's okay-" i start, before she cuts me off, "shhh, edie. let me have this moment."

i shut up and continue to embrace my mom. i know this is hard for her, but she needs to understand that this is an amazing opportunity for me. i'm being put in charge of the avengers compound for the entire summer. i wish i could share this excitement with my dad, but i know he's happy for me, wherever he may be.

"edie, promise me you'll come home if you can't handle it. no one is going to judge you for that. you're only eighteen. i can't believe your father is letting you do this." my mother rambles as she pulls away from me. i smile at her and just nod my head.

my little brother looks over in our direction with a shy smile on his face. i ruffle his hair and pull him to me for a quick hug, "take care of mom for me, booger." i whisper into his ear. he gives me a simple nod and backs away.

my phone buzzes in my pocket. i pull it out to see a message from mr. stark.

'beep beep, i'm here'

i sigh and look up at my mom one last time, "that's my ride." she lets a single tear stroll down her cheek before wiping it away and shooing me out the door.

once out of the apartment, i lug my suitcase down the three flights of stairs and out onto the sidewalk. mr. stark is pulled up to the curb in his fancy black car. he rolls down the passenger side window and yells at me through it, "time to party, wolfie."

i stroll to the car and pull the back door open to throw my stuff down. then i hop into the front seat and look at mr. stark, "you know, you could have come in."

"yeah, well we all know your mother doesn't like me very much. i don't wanna poke the bear," he says as he pulls his sunglasses over his eyes and revs the engine, "let's get you to your new home for the next three months, shall we?"

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[addictofsupernatural]

The Southsider (pt. 8)

Sweet Pea x reader

Chapter Summary: Y/n has to stall by talking with one Penny Peabody. But her problems don't stop there. She still has to deal with her aunt.

Word Count: 2239

Chapter 1 • Chapter 7 • Chapter 9

You stepped inside, not ready for whatever was waiting was waiting for you. You knew this was dangerous, and Sweet Pea warned you, but you had to do something. Your aunt could be being tortured for all you knew. The last time you hid while waiting for others, your mom's life ended.

"Aunt y/a/n, I'm home." You called out.

"I'm in here." You flinched at her voice. You walked to the living room, where your aunt was sitting on the couch, terrified as Penny Peabody sat across from her. Six other ghoulies were crammed in the living room as well.

"Took you long enough." Penny said. "Take a seat."

You sat next to your aunt, who was glaring at you. "So," you said, trying to not sound terrified. "What brings you here?" You made yourself comfy. If you looked scared, then they would use that fear.

Her and the ghoulies laughed. "Oh, you know, just in the neighborhood." She was playing with her knife. "It's a good thing you came when you did, I was getting a little bored with your auntie here. Thought about messing with her a bit."

"Hm." You leaned forward. "So what's the real reason your here?"

"Well you're a bold one, aren't you? It must not be a family trait, because auntie here told me everything I wanted to know about you."

You playfully shrugged. "Well, it seems like everybody knows about my past these days, so you're not really that special. Sorry to be the one to break the news. But, you still haven't answered my question."

Malachi gave a crazy smile. "I like this one."

"So do I." Penny said. "I'm here because I know how close you are with FP Jones and his greasy son. I kept thinking about all these ways I could get back at him, but then I saw you and Sweet Pea together, and decided to check out what was so special about you."

"Did you like what you found?"

She breathed out a laugh. "Very much so. Auntie helped fill in the blanks." That made you more nervous than anything. But the more you talked, the more you stalled. You could do it.

"So, what I plan on doing is hurting you, very badly. I might let you live, I haven't decided yet. But now that I think about it, you'd be perfect for the ghoulies. And nothing will hurt the King and prince more than their adopted princess you turning your back on them."

Your breathe hitched. How could you keep stalling? You prayed Sweet Pea would be here soon. You looked at your aunt, and she nodded for you to agree. "No." You quietly said to your aunt.

"What do you mean no? You have to." She glared daggers into you.

She hated you, and you knew it. She would always request business trips for her job to avoid you. When she was home, though, she would take jabs at you and make you feel worse about yourself. Sometimes she would raise her hand, knowing that you'll flinch.

You didn't like her either. You knew why she hated you, and you hated yourself too. But she was your family, your mother's sister. She should love you.

You saw the others watching, amused. This should be stall them enough for Sweet Pea to come. "I am not turning my back on FP. He is always there for me, and the same goes for Jughead.

"I'm your family, I come first."

"Yeah, and so was my dad." She put her hand up, and you flinched out of habit. You then grabbed her wrist, fed up.

"If you're going to hit me, hit me. If not, then don't try to scare me like my dad did to mom and I." She ripped her wrist away, dead silent. You felt too angry and scared right now, the words just came out of your mouth without a thought. "FP and Jughead are more family than you have ever been, and pretty soon I'll have a new family. With the Serpents."

Y/a/n's anger increased at the thought of you being a serpent. Her sister was a serpent, and look where she ended up. And now you were dumb enough to be talking so highly of them. "You really think they'd actually care about you?"

Just then Jughead kicked open the door, and in came around twenty Serpents. You smiled at her. "You tell me."

"Damn it!" Malachi yelled, going up to you and gripping your jaw with one hand. "You just made a mistake, little girl. You could have been my new plaything." He said through gritted teeth.

"Hey!" FP yanked him away from you and pinned him against a wall. "Careful now, boy."

Penny looked at you. "So you're more than just a pretty face after all. We'll back off, but we'll be back. Count on it." And with that her and the five others left.

Sweet Pea ran up to you and gave you a huge hug, sweeping you off your feet as you stood and spun. He then inspected you. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

You shook your head. "I'm fine. Promise." You put your hands on his cheeks, and he pulls you in for another hug. When you pull back you see Jughead staring at you before going up to you and pulling you in for a big hug. Then Toni gets into the hug, followed by Fangs and Sweet Pea.

"What the hell are you doing?" Your aunt got up. "Get away from them."

Everybody pulled away from the hug. "They saved our lives!" You argued.

"Knowing them is what got us into this mess! I'm your aunt, and family comes before anything else."

You hated the lies that spilled out of her mouth. "Oh really? So where were you when mom was being beat to death?" She responded with a hard slap to your cheek. Everyone watching was shocked.

FP reacted fast, pulling you away from her. "Easy there y/a/n."

"You know what? Fine. If you all just love her so much, why don't you take her? I'll be away in four days anyways. When I'm gone, I don't give a crap what you do, but while I'm back in this damn town, you won't be living here. If I were you I'd pack a few days worth of clothes."

FP squeezed your shoulder from behind you. You turned your head around and saw him nod towards your room. You nodded back, heading to your room to pack some clothes.

Sweet Pea watched you walk to your room, dead silent. He slowly followed you, but stopped when saw Jughead doing the same thing. The two boys looked at each other, before Sweet Pea said, "She needs all the support she could get."

When they opened the door they saw you putting clothes into a duffle bag while your eyes were glassy and threatening to spill. "Babe." Sweet Pea gently said.

You looked at the two of them and rubbed your eyes, hating to have them watch you cry. "Hey guys." You said in a shaky voice.

"You feeling okay?" Jughead asked.

"Yup, never better." You voice cracked.

You were holding a shirt and was about to stuff it in the duffle bag when Sweet Pea put his hand gently on your wrist. "Babe, talk to me."

You looked at his worried expression. He was going through all of this because of you. "God, I'm such a bad person. You don't need this in your life, and neither do you." You looked at Jughead. His expression was unreadable as he stared at you.

Sweet Pea ushered you to your bed for the two of you to sit down, waving for Jughead to take a seat on the other side of you. "No you're not." Sweet Pea said.

You shook your head. "Yes I am. My own aunt hates me. Not that I blame her, sometimes I hate me. She blames me for my mom's death, and I do too. I was too scared to tell somebody about my dad, and that was my fault."

Jughead spoke up. "Not it wasn't. You were a kid, you didn't know any better. You were raised to fear your dad, you couldn't have known."

You looked down at your hands. "But that's not it. The real reason why my aunt hates me is because the only reason why my mom didn't get help was because he threatened to kill me. Me being alive is what got my mom dead."

You took deep breathes. All you did lately was cry, and you didn't want to do it again. "Don't say that! You mean a lot to everyone." Sweet Pea said. You were a little startled at his outburst. "You mean a lot to me."

"And me." Sweet Pea entwined his fingers with yours while Jughead put a hand on your shoulder. Sweet Pea put his head on your shoulder, kissing it.

You smiled and giggled. "Thanks guys. I think I'm gonna start only being my annoying self from now on."

"And there she is." Jughead said with a small, teasing smile.

You quickly pack your things and headed out, with a brother and a boyfriend right beside you. When you guys got there you heard shouting, seeing y/a/n and FP face to face with anger written all over them.

When you entered you purposely made noice while walking. Everybody stopped what they were saying and turned to you. You stepped onto the kitchen tile, making more noice. You then placed your duffle bag on the counter, opening cabinets and putting things in there.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Your aunt asked.

"I am just taking what is mine. You know, since I had to pick up a job to pay for my status of being alive. Maybe I should be your guardian." You said, still putting things in.

"Don't even try to make me look bad, okay? I send you money every month."

"50 dollars a month isn't gonna get me anything except for maybe a week's worth of Pop's. But hey, having a soul isn't for everybody. Bye now!" You presented a big smile and waved.

When you left, everybody, with the exception of your aunt, followed. "So where are you gonna go?" Toni asked.

You shrugged. "You can stay with me." Sweet Pea suggested, smiling at you and taking the duffle bag off your shoulder.

"No." Jughead and FP said in unison.

FP then grabbed the bag from Sweet Pea. "She'll be staying with us."

"I'll see you tomorrow then." You said. "We have an interesting double date to go to?"

"Yeah, nothing funner that going on a double date with basically your brother." He quietly said, unconsiously putting a hand on your waist. You giggled.

"Y/n! Let's go."

"Oh, Sweets is taking me home." You smiled.

He looked from a cheerful you to a nervous Sweet Pea. "Okay then."

As he and his son rode off, you and Sweet Pea got on his bike. You looked at Toni to confirm if your plans later were still on. She nodded.

When you got to the trailer you were staying at, you and Sweet Pea said your goodbyes. You both inched forward, about to kiss when you heard FP open the door, starling you. "C'mon, get in. It's getting cold." You gave Sweet Pea a knowing look and went inside.

Right when you stepped inside you went for your duffle bag, grabbing some materials to make food and got to cooking. "What are you doing?" Jughead asked.

"Making lasagna." He nodded in response. He would never argue over free food.

"You don't have to do that, we could go to Pop's." FP suggested.

"It's okay. I want to say thank you for letting me stay here. Jug seems happy about it. Either way at least we'll actually be using your kitchen for once."

After a while you finished cooking and ate. "This is amazing." FP said while wiping his face with a napkin. "I don't know when was the last time I had a home cooked meal."

You felt proud of yourself. Jughead slid his plate to you. "More please."

You stared at the plate. "Are you serious?"

"What can I say, I'm hungry." He knew exactly what you meant. You huffed and grabbed the plate, serving him another piece.

You finished and washed your plate. "So, I promised Toni that I'd help her with her homework tonight. I was wondering if I could go."

FP didn't really give much thought into this. She lived in the same trailer park. "Sure. Don't be back too late."

"Okay." And with that you left.

"I want you to keep an eye on Sweet Pea for me." FP was still staring at the door. "Find out if he's trying to do any funny business."

"Really, dad? Sweet Pea really likes her, he wouldn't do anything to hurt her." Jughead said as he ate his food.

"I don't know, just make sure nothing bad is going on."

"Dad, you didn't see him comfort her today. He's good for her."

As a protective father and a argumentative brother disagreed over some issues, you knocked at Toni's trailer. She opened it. "Glad you came." She said. "You sure you want to do this?"

"Yes." You said, happy and excited over your decision. "I want you to teach me the serpent dance."

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Author's Note: Sorry that this chapter kind of went by fast without as much comedy or cuteness.

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