#jordan connor reader insert

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Stutter

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader, Reader comforts Sweet Pea as he confronts a fear of public speaking

Sweet Pea has been in more near death experiences than he can count. He’ll always come away from it laughing a little, everyone chalks it up to shock and they make jokes once everyone is safe and the bruises or wounds have healed by a few days.

“Seriously guys, that was nothing compared to my one true fear.” 

“Nah I would rather do that ten times again than face my real fear.”

“I can handle it, I fear way worse.” 

He has an endless parade of comments and jokes to make and everyone teases that his biggest fear is losing you. He doesn’t comment back on that and everyone keeps teasing him about how hard and fast he’s fallen for you, considering you’ve only been dating for a shorter time.

“Sweet Pea are you okay?” You wave your hand in his face. He’d been staring at Pop’s wall and occasionally taking bites of his burger.

“Yeah, I just forgot about the presentation part we have to do.” He shrugs but you can see the way his hands shake, the same way they do when he thinks you’re in danger.

“You don’t like public speaking?” He chokes out a laugh and you don’t say anything else, you know he’ll just avoid talking about it, but you can also see how truly terrified he is.

“It’s, It’s fine Y/N you don’t, it’s fine you don’t need to bother, I ca-I can handle it on my own.” Sweet Pea’s smile does reach his eyes and you sigh through your nose at him and offer a reassuring smile.

“I Already did this last week, I know you’re nervous but try running through it a few times with me.”

“The problem is it isn’t you! When I think about talking in front of everyone, for class, they’ll, they’ll find out how stupid I am.”

“Didn’t you already get a ninety five on this project?”

“Yes but…”

“So you just have to tell everyone about it.” You smile and Sweet Pea does his best to look convinced, he’s actually a horrible liar.

“How about you just tell me what you want to say now, and I can write little notecards to help?”

“Yeah that sounds good.” He’s not looking you in the eyes and you know he’s just agreeing so you feel helpful but he points to the printed out slides he’s using for reference as he talks. You notice he only stutters twice, and even then it’s only over some of the more complicated scientific words.

“What if you pretend there’s other people here, would that make it worse? Just pretend it’s me and Toni.” He nods and closes his eyes before opening them and restarting the presentation; you notice he stutters four times, and backtracks over half of part of it he had no problem saying only moments ago.

“The notecards might help.” He sighs after he’s been quiet for a few moments, and you realize he’d forgotten what he wanted to say completely.

Sweet Pea grimaces but nods to the teacher who nods back.

“Good job. That’s all for today, we’ll get to the second half of the presentations tomorrow.” Sweet Pea can’t help but chuckle at how Reggie and Archie groan, thinking they had both gotten out of presenting.

“You did so well baby!!! I’m so proud of you!!!” You smile at him, fingers running through his hair as he slumps in the chair gathering his strength for a minute, you know having to do that presentation was terrifying for him, and you’d told everyone to meet at pop’s later. None of them had questioned it, as far as they knew you were the one that had a huge fear of public speaking and Sweet Pea was comforting you.

The class is empty now and you sit on his lap, hands curled in his hair.

“You did so well, I’m so proud of you.” You hum at him and he grins nodding slowly, you can see how tired he is.

“Did you pretend everyone was naked?” You laugh when he blushes.

“Don’t think I could picture you naked and talk at the same time.” He chuckles and then nods towards the door, assuring you he’s okay to go to Pop’s.

“I did just pretend I was talking to you in my trailer, like when we practiced.”

“I mean that did lead to me being naked.” You laugh when he blushes again.

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take two: it takes two (to make a thing go right)

by narration_ator after wind, after rain // when the dark is done // as I wake from a dream // in the gold of day // through the air there's a calling // from far away // there's a voice I can hear // that will lead me home -“the road home" You’ve held many roles over the years. Daughter. Sister. Sidekick. Vigilante. Superhero. CEO. Socialite. Gotham’s Princess. Leader. Wife. Aunt. Mother. A Wayne. A Kent. A remainder. You’ve been Batgirl and you’ve been Batman. You’ve lost each of your siblings. You survived the apocalypse and rebuilt the world in the wake of the loss. You’ve raised children—both your dead siblings’ kids and your own. You’ve trained an uncountable number of young heroes. When the end comes, it’s fitting. Your life’s work interrupted, your children’s lives falling under the same curse of losing parents that everyone else in your family has suffered. Your only regret, as you die in your husband’s arms, is that their father is now gone, as well. Then you wake up. Words: 953, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of it takes two (to make a thing go right) Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics), Young Justice - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Teen Titans - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Reader, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake (DCU), Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Luke Fox, Lucius Fox, Alfred Pennyworth, Helena Bertinelli, Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Selina Kyle, Helena Wayne, John Grayson, Elainna Grayson, Carrie Kelley, Lucy Quinzel, Lian Harper, Clark Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Lois Lane, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Donna Troy, Harper Row, Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Oliver Queen, Connor Hawke, Mia Dearden, Barry Allen, Wally West, Bart Allen, J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, M'gann M'orzz, Zatanna Zatara, Arthur Curry (DCU), Kaldur'ahm | Jackson Hyde, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Kon-El | Conner Kent/Reader Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, Marriage, Secret Marriage, Secret Relationship, Old Married Couple, Secret Identity, Superheroes, Vigilantism, Reader-Insert, Reader is a Wayne (DCU), Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Kon-El | Conner Kent is Superboy, Clark Kent is Kon-El | Conner Kent's Parent, Lex Luthor is Kon-El | Conner Kent's Parent, Mentioned Jonathan "Pa" Kent and Martha Kent, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/EYGalWe

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take two: it takes two (to make a thing go right)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VRvEYct by narration_ator after wind, after rain // when the dark is done // as I wake from a dream // in the gold of day // through the air there's a calling // from far away // there's a voice I can hear // that will lead me home -“the road home" You’ve held many roles over the years. Daughter. Sister. Sidekick. Vigilante. Superhero. CEO. Socialite. Gotham’s Princess. Leader. Wife. Aunt. Mother. A Wayne. A Kent. A remainder. You’ve been Batgirl and you’ve been Batman. You’ve lost each of your siblings. You survived the apocalypse and rebuilt the world in the wake of the loss. You’ve raised children—both your dead siblings’ kids and your own. You’ve trained an uncountable number of young heroes. When the end comes, it’s fitting. Your life’s work interrupted, your children’s lives falling under the same curse of losing parents that everyone else in your family has suffered. Your only regret, as you die in your husband’s arms, is that their father is now gone, as well. Then you wake up. Words: 953, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of it takes two (to make a thing go right) Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics), Young Justice - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Teen Titans - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Reader, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake (DCU), Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Luke Fox, Lucius Fox, Alfred Pennyworth, Helena Bertinelli, Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Selina Kyle, Helena Wayne, John Grayson, Elainna Grayson, Carrie Kelley, Lucy Quinzel, Lian Harper, Clark Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Lois Lane, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Donna Troy, Harper Row, Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Oliver Queen, Connor Hawke, Mia Dearden, Barry Allen, Wally West, Bart Allen, J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, M'gann M'orzz, Zatanna Zatara, Arthur Curry (DCU), Kaldur'ahm | Jackson Hyde, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Kon-El | Conner Kent/Reader Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, Marriage, Secret Marriage, Secret Relationship, Old Married Couple, Secret Identity, Superheroes, Vigilantism, Reader-Insert, Reader is a Wayne (DCU), Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Kon-El | Conner Kent is Superboy, Clark Kent is Kon-El | Conner Kent's Parent, Lex Luthor is Kon-El | Conner Kent's Parent, Mentioned Jonathan "Pa" Kent and Martha Kent, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VRvEYct

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Carrie: The Musical

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 983

Warning: None.

Written: November 23rd, 2020

Posted: November 23rd, 2020

Summary: Carrie the Musical. Season 2 Episode 18: A Night to Remember. The reader plays Ethel’s character in the musical.

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“There you are!” Kevin exclaims, as you emerge from the library.

“Oh, hey Kevin.” You greet with a soft smile. “What’s up?” You ask, continuing to venture down the hallway. 

“Have you seen Jughead? I have something important to ask him.” 

“No, I haven’t. Did you try the Blue and Gold room?” You questioned, as you dodged students standing in the hallway.

“Ugh, you’re a life savor Y/N.” Kevin smiled, nudging your shoulder lightly with his. 

You giggled before you rolled your eyes. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“So, are you going to try out for the musical?”

Stopping in front of your locker, you frowned. “I don’t know Kev, I wasn’t planning on it.” You shrugged. 

“A nerd AND a theatre freak?” Sweet Pea let out a laugh. “It just keeps getting better and better with you, huh Y/L/N.” He taunted, leaning against the locker besides you.

“What do you want Sweet Pea?” You sighed. 

“Leave her alone man, she didn’t do anything to you.” Kevin chimed in attempting to defend you.

Sweet Pea kicked off the locker, before towering over Kevin. “Watch it.”

He decided to leave but not before roughly bumping Kevin’s shoulder with his.

“What is that guy’s problem?” Kevin questioned angrily as he took Sweet Pea’s previous place in front of you, sending daggers at his retreating form.

You shrugged trying to not let it bother you. “Lets go find Jug, yeah?”

Walking down the hallway, you couldn’t help but think of Sweet Pea’s interactions with you. Normally, he was nice and treated you nice, however as of lately he’s been nothing but mean and rude. 

Frowning, you weren’t the type to have people not like you. Usually, you were well liked by anyone and everyone you met.

---

“Hey, Jughead, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Kevin stated, as his eyes landed on Jug.

“What is it?” Jughead questioned his voice full of skepticism as he raised his eyebrow. Glancing at you for reassurance, you shrugged you shoulders with a closed lip smile.

“Would you be interested in making a behind the scenes, documentary about the musical Carrie?”

Jughead glanced between you and Kevin as if he was in deep debate.

“I’m in.”

---

Every day I just pray

Every move I make is right

Where I go

Who I know

You say as you gathered your belongings for school, as you headed out the door.

And I worry What if I stand out one bit I worry What can I possibly do To fit in Am I (X9) The perfect Clothes Nose The perfect Skin Face All ace

Both my folks Total jokes All they do is chew my ass (blah blah blah blah) They should just be glad I make it to class

You ended up in the auditorium, dancing along with your co-stars. Once the song was over, you all sat with your chairs in a circle, introducing yourself and your characters.

“I’m Toni, I play Norma.” Toni spoke, introducing herself to the group. 

You were next, the feeling of butterflies erupted in your stomach, as you hands began to sweat. “I’m Y/N, I play Helen.”

Being in a musical was something you had always wanted to do, but you never had to the guts to do it. Becoming friends with Kevin, he wanted you to play a part in all the musical productions he put on, since he knew you secretly wanted to be in it.

“Wait, whose playing Cheryl’s mom?” Someone in the group questioned, pulling you from your day dream.

“I am.” Alice walked in full of excitement.

“Wait seriously?”

“Mom?”

“Settle down.” Kevin spoke.

---

Sitting at a picnic table, you were reading your script. In the background noise there was a faint sound of a motorcycle. You had gotten used to hearing them, which caused you not to think much of it.

“Y/N?” Sweet Pea questioned as he approached you, at the picnic table.

Gasping, you practically jumped out of your skin. Clearing your throat, you gazed at the Serpent towering over you. “Y-Yeah?”

“What are you doing out here?” Sweet Pea questioned furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

“W-What? Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“How long have you been out here?” He pressed, as he moved to take a seat in front of you.

Scoffing you rolled your eyes. “What’s with the third degree?”

Catching Sweet Pea off guard, you could see the light blush making its way along his cheeks.

“N-No reason.” 

You made Sweet Pea stutter.

Grinning slightly, you shook you head, before bringing your attention back to your script.

“You’re in the musical, huh?” 

You let out a frustrated sigh, as you lifted your attention back in front of you. “Yes, I am. Anymore questions?” You spat, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

Sweet Pea shook his head ‘No’ as he gazed at you apologetically.

“Good, now if you’ll excused me, I have lines to learn.” You spat, raising your hand to rub along your face. You were becoming stressed while trying to memorize your lines. It was different from memorizing material for classes.

You were so engrossed in your script, you had completely forgotten Sweet Pea was still in front of you. He was watching you intently.

“I-I could help you.” He spoke, attempting to be nonchalant. “I-If you want me to, I mean.”

You gazed up from your lines. “You would do that?” You questioned as confusion etched along your features.

He shrugged in response. “I wouldn’t mind helping a pretty lady, memorize her lines.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Squealing, you got up, rushing around the picnic table, before you threw your arms around Sweet Pea’s shoulders, puling him in for a tight hug. A parade of ‘Thank you’s,’ fell from your lips. 

As you clung to him, you could feel the deep rumble of his laughter. 

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

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Talk To Me

Requested: @allie-is-happy Hey, can I get a SP headcanon about his girlfriend who doesn’t talk much? She only talks when asked questions but then it’s still a “yes” or “no”. She never really says more than 5 words at a time. She just generally hates talking. But he always tries to get her to break through and she slowly warms up to him. It can include smut or not. Thank You so much!!♥️♥️♥️

A/N: I combined the southside archives prompt of the day Laughter into this <3 I am also pretty sure this is barely considered a headcanon but ima live my life and pretend it is.

Warnings: Talk of Death, but no actual death, Wounds

Word Count: 2070

- You moved to Riverdale, a quiet girl even before that you became quieter moving to the new town

- You didn’t know anyone and as you grew up you were never popular

- Always looked at as the weird girl, the one no one wanted to know

- Moving to Riverdale was scary for you

- You assumed no one would want to know you, or what you were thinking

- You thought that until your second day when you met a tall Serpent

- He tried talking to you, instantly introducing himself as Sweet Pea, but you coiled back giving a wave and then walking away

- You were always afraid to talk never wanting to say the wrong thing at the wrong time.

- Weeks went by and though he talked to you and you would smile and nod you still never saying a word to him

- It went along for months, he would talk and you would only nod or shake your head in response

- The highlights of his day were when he would make you laugh

- The laughter was always music to his ears and all he wanted was to hear what else could come out of you

- Months, months went by and no matter what he needed to tell you every time you spoke his sole goal was to get you to laugh because if he couldn’t hear you talk at least that laugh made his heart swell just as much as seeing you did

- Then one day he pulled you aside striking up a conversation and then pulled out a purple notebook, handing it to you and then walking away

- You were confused, to say the least

- You opened the book and nothing was written except for one line “This is for you, I want to know you, I wanna hear what you have to say. I’m not sure if you can talk, maybe you can’t but if you can and you're scared, know I am here. Either way, this book is for you so we can talk without you being scared. If you choose not to use it that’s fine too I’ll be content with seeing your smile and hearing that beautiful laugh”

- No one had ever been that considerate towards you

- No one ever cared that much

- Did he really like your laugh? You for one always thought it was obnoxious.

- So a few weeks went by where you talked back and forth to Sweet Pea, you also exchanged numbers, and talked through text as well

- Then you were hanging out with him at Pops, and of course, Reggie Mantle had to start shit, but Sweet Pea had walked away and you were alone

- “Sweet pea isn’t shit, Why don’t you hang with me and I'll show you a good time, What? Serpent got your tongue”

- “Stop Reggie” the first two words anyone ever heard you say

- Then he touched you, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him as you got up to make your way towards Pea who had just exited the bathroom

- “Get off” And within seconds Sweet Pea was by you ripping his hand off your arm before landing a swift punch to his face and dragging you to his truck

- “Are you okay” you nodded

- “No Y/N I’m serious are you good he never should have…”

- “Thank you” He slammed on the breaks laying a hand to your chest so you wouldn’t lurch forward and he just stared at you smiling

- But he didn’t mention what happened, instead continuing on the drive not wanting to make a big deal.

- that night you spoke again the first time he ever heard you say his name “Bye Pea” before placing a quick kiss to his cheek

- But the next day at school you were just as quiet as before

- Pea introduced you to some of his friends and you said nothing but then he pulled you to the library “hey Pea”

- He looked up meeting his eye with yours “yeah Y/N”

- “I uhm, wanted to thank you again”

- “You don’t need to thank me Mantle should have never”

- “Doesn’t matter, just thanks”

- You sat down starting the work on the project

- For months Pea tried getting you to open up more, for months here and there you would say a word no more than 2 or 3 at a time

- The most you had said to him was “I enjoyed dinner”

- See Pea never mentioned or talking or forced you to say anything

- He understood that you were not comfortable but what he didn’t understand was why

- Why wouldn’t you talk to him longer?

- Did he make you uncomfortable?

- He just wanted to know, just wanted you to feel safe with him

- But that all changed two days ago. He wasn’t in school. He usually walked you home but he wasn't there. Luckily his best friend had stepped in

- “Pea told me if he ever didn’t make it to school it was my job to walk you hope you don’t mind. I’m Fangs if you don’t remember”

- “I do” he looked at you in shock

- “Sorry I didn’t mean to do that just… you don’t talk much do you”

“Nope”

- “Oh… well I love when you hang around Pea’s always cracking jokes to try to get you to laugh”

- “Yeah…”

- “He loves it…”

- “Huh”

- “Nevermind”

- You pulled Fangs to a halt you needed to know

- “Is uh Pea mad at me, or does he not want to talk to me”

- “No not at all why?”

- “Well he isn’t at school and…”

- “No don’t ever think that Y/N, he really enjoys hanging out with you”

- “Then where is he?”

- “I don’t know…”

- “What!”

- “We are looking for him we have no idea where he went, well looks like we are here, I’ll let you know of any updates on Pea”

- “And that is when you felt like your world broke”

- So you texted him garnering no response, and you worried more

- You went to bed after sitting up for hours, hoping to get some response but to no avail, not even in the morning after waking up or throughout the day at school. You told Fangs you wanted to walk alone. He refused over and over but you insisted so he let you go.

- You took a different way home that day, walking the path that Pea showed you months ago, the path that goes past his favorite tree, the path that shows the outlook onto Sweet Water River

- But on your way through that path you were looking all around and then saw something and heard a groaning in the grass, you got scared hiding behind a tree, but then you saw it crawling looking more human like as it got closer but it hadn’t seen you. And almost standing to its full height while standing with the support of a tree you knew instantly

- “Pea!” Running up and crashing into him as his arms came around you and he almost fell you let go pushing him to the tree

- “Pea, talk to me”

- “Y/N what are you…”

- “What the fuck happened to you, Pea oh my god your fucking bleeding” he looked to you in shock

- “That's the most I've ever heard you say in one sentence

- “Now is not the time for that!, “I’m gonna call Fangs” Pea slid down the tree at that point almost hitting with the thud but you caught him as best you could

- “Pea keep your eyes open for me please”

- After getting off the phone with Fogarty he picked you up helping Pea into the truck and handing you a wet washcloth as he drove

- “Go to my house Fangs”

- “Are you sure”

- “I can patch him up, promise”

- “Okay” So he drove as you sat with me talking to him trying to keep him coherent to what you were saying as tears clouded your eyes

- You finally got to your house bringing him onto the couch so you could patch him up. He was in bad shape. A cut eyebrow, a laceration to his lip but worst of all was the cut on his leg where you assumed he was slashed with a knife

- “Is he gonna be okay Y/N”

- “Yeah he will be fine Fangs, just uh gotta stitch his legs keep him alert I need to grab the stuff”

- “Okay”

- You came back down in an instant grabbing the alcohol and pouring it directly onto his cut as he yelped in pain, you needed to clean it before he got an infection. You got to work slowly but as quickly as possible sticking him, but through it he passed out. You didn’t know if it was pain or blood loss and there was no way to tell.

- “Pea!” Fangs had been in the other room grabbing another cold washcloth as it happened, running in instantly

- “Y/N what happened!, Pea!”

- “I gotta finish”

- “Y/N what!”

- “Stop Fangs, please stop”

- “Okay, hey he’s gonna be fine” You finished stitching him up as best as possible grabbing the cloth from fangs and wiping the blood away before covering him with a blanket

- You sat down on the floor in front of him as Fangs came and sat next to you, you laid your head on his shoulder

- “You did great”

- “What if it wasn’t good enough”

- “He will be fine”

- “You don’t know that”

- “What if I wasn’t fast enough?, what if I let him bleed too much? What if…”

- “Stop your just getting yourself worked up”

- “I can’t lose him Fangs”

- “You won’t”

- “He’s all I have, the one person that cared”

- “I care”

- “It’s not the same”

- “I know, but just know you have me too okay”

- “Okay”

- “I gotta run to the serpent den tell them what went down and that we found him, does he need anything”

- “Get some pain meds from the store, he may need them when he wakes up” and with a quick side hug Fangs was out the door”

- You sat with your back against the couch leaning your head onto pea’s shoulder while holding his hand

- For twenty minutes not saying a word, just crying, but you needed to say it needed to hope that he could at least hear you in his sleep

- “Pea, I know you probably can’t hear me and I really hope I fixed you up good, but I just… Fuck this is so hard. I need you to know that I care so fucking much about you and you mean the world to me. You were there when no one would even give me the time of day. You were there when no one else was, you talked to me even when I wouldn’t talk back. You made me feel like I mattered, like I was cared for, for the first time in my life and for that I am eternally grateful. I can’t lose you. If I lose you I don’t know what I would do with myself becuase your my best friend my whole world so please wake up Pea, please” Crying through it all you sniffled at the end holding his hand and giving it a kiss on the top.

- “You can’t get rid of me that easy” Your head snapped behind you as you saw Pea’s eyes staring into your own

- “Pea!” You crushed him in a hug before an “ow” left his lips “sorry”

- “That is the first time I ever heard you say that much”

- “Yeah”

- “I loved hearing you, but why now?”

- “Guess I only talk when things matter”

- “Oh so losing me matters?”

- You let out a laugh “I guess so”

- “Ah there it is, knew I'd get you to stop crying eventually

- “Why do you love my laugh so much”

- “Cause when you couldn’t bring yourself to talk your laugh showed me that you were at least okay. Your laughter is still my favorite sound that comes out of you, makes me smile even when the days are tough”

- “Pea”

- “Y/N I like you”

- “I like you too”

- “Would you go on a date with me”

- “After your healed, yeah” he laughed then

- “Pea…”

- “Yeah”

- “Can I lay with you”

- “Of course” you fell asleep that night entangled in his arms in the most comfortable position possible for the both of you considering his injuries, and even through a grunt of pain here and there he never let you go

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Prove It (Sweet Pea x Reader)

Summary: You and your boyfriend Sweet Pea like making each other jealous, and Fangs always seems to get caught up in the drama.

Word Count: 1349

Original Request: “How about a Sweet Pea Imagine where the reader makes Sweets jealous but soon regrets it and ends up kissing him saying, “I love you dumbass.”

Author’s Note: I’m pretty sure the intent of this request was fluffier, but I definitely got carried away with the badass Serpent reader.  Takes place a few years after high school. I’m definitely considering writing more of the badass reader, so let me know what you think!

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You leaned back on the bar with a grumpy sigh.  Your gaze was fixed on the opposite corner of the bar where your boyfriend and Jughead were playing pool.

"Jeez, what's gotten into you?" Toni asked, grabbing your empty cup and replacing it with a fresh one.

"Look." You nodded at the scene unfolding.

"Oh." She leaned across the bar to look closer. "Is that Stacey Silverson?"

"The one and only."

"And she is all over Sweet Pea." She smirked. "What, Y/N, a little jealous?"

"What would I be jealous?" You snapped. "We've been dating for years—if he wanted to get with Silverson, he's had plenty of chances."

"Then why are you so grumpy?"

"I'm not grumpy." Even you could hear the edge in your voice.  You had rolled past grumpy into full-blow pissed off.

"Maybe, like, go over there," she suggested. "People are almost as scared of you as they are of Sweet Pea, sometimes even more."

You rolled your eyes.  You had a bit of a reputation within the Serpents—it was what initially drew Sweet Pea to you.  Sure, you didn't have quite the same brute strength as him, but anyone with a brain knew that didn't make you any less threatening.

"I'm not going to go scare some girl off my boyfriend like I'm some sort of territorial dog.  All I need is Pea giving me a lecture on how I need to trust him more."

"Since when does Sweet Pea lecture?"

"Okay, more like he kisses me until I shut up."

She snickered. "Ah, you know it's love when you don't even need words to communicate.  It's like you two have telepathic genitals."

Rolling your eyes, I took a big sip of the drink she brought you and cringed. "Damn, Toni, you couldn't have given me one step up?  The rail whiskey here's trash."

"But it gets you trashed, and that's all that matters." She grinned, her brown eyes sparkling.

You rolled your eyes again and switched your focus back to Sweet Pea and Stacey.  He was laughing at a joke she made, and she was leaning onto the pool table, giving everyone in the vicinity a clear look down her shirt. "I can't watch this," you groan.  You looked around the bar, a new plan formulating.

"I don't like that look in your eyes, Y/N," Toni said. "That's the look that got us stranded in Queens with nothing but two dollars, a stack of business cards for a hooker, and a male stripper dressed as Mickey Mouse the night after graduation."  

You snorted with laughter at the memory. "That was a series of bad decisions that led us to that point.  Tonight, I only plan to make one bad decision."

"And what's that?"

"Fangs." You started walking as Toni called after you. "Y/N, wait, that is a terrible idea—you can't--" She cut off with a groan. "You're going to get him killed!"

Smirking, you made your way to the end of the bar where Fangs was chatting up some preppy-looking blond guy.

"Beat it, Ken doll," you said, walking up behind him.

The blond's eyes widened when he saw the look in your eyes. "I—uh—call me."

Fangs nodded, rolling his eyes at me as the guy scurried away. "What the hell, Y/N?  I was this close to getting him home tonight."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can call him later, and he'll come flying back.  Dude looked downright thirsty for some action." You leaned up against the bar next to him. "Anyways, I need a bit of a favor."

"What's that?"

You grinned your sweetest grin. "Nothing too hard."

"Last time you said that I ended up lost in Albany with no one but Kevin Keller and a remarkably friendly stripper named Candy."

You chuckled, remembering the night fondly. "Man, I really need to stop hiring strippers for every occasion."

He gave you a look. "For real, Y/N, what do you need."

"Just to make a certain someone jealous."

"Oh no." He lifted his hands and took a step back. "No way in hell.  I want to live to fuck Ken doll tonight, not get carried home in a body bag."

"C'mon, Fangsy," you cooed, reaching forward to grab the lapels of his leather coat. "I'll protect you from my big, bad, boyfriend."

His eyes darkened a shade.  Fangs and you had a bit of a friends with benefits situation before you started dating Sweet Pea, and it had always been a bit of a sore spot.  You knew it wouldn't go too wrong, though.  You and Sweet Pea were solid—you had been dating since high school and neither of you had so much as thought of cheating in the years since.  Despite that, though, you both liked flirting a little too much for your own good.  You both liked the attention, and deep down, you both thrived on the possessively chaotic make-up sex after.  

"He's literally going to kill me, Y/N," Fangs said, his voice low.

"That's a risk I'm willing to take." You pulled him by the lapel to the middle of the bar so that you'd be solidly in Sweet Pea's sight.  Then, you turned on the charm, leaning in close to your friend. "So, Fangs, noticed you've mostly been going for guys lately, any reason why?"

He shrugged, relaxing slightly and moving his hand to brush a lock of hair from your face. "Just a mood, I guess.  Or no one has quite been able to live up to you." He smirked.

You rolled your eyes.  He and you both knew damn well that he'd slept with more than his fair share of women since you started dating Sweet Pea. "I'd like to see any girl try." You ran your hand down his shoulder to his bicep, holding it through the cool material of his jacket.

Then, you glanced over his shoulder to see Sweet Pea giving you a skeptical look.  He knew exactly what you were doing.  Smirking, he circled the pool table to stand next to Stacey, leaning in close to her tiny frame.  The competition to see who would cave first was on.

"Oh goodie, now you're both toying with people to make each other jealous." Fangs smiled amusedly and took a sip of his beer. "Have you ever considered that this is mildly unhealthy?"

You shook your head. "Nah, you know that I'm gonna leave you hanging, and Stacey would be dumb not to.  Anyways, you know you like getting a rise out of Sweet Pea."

He rolled his eyes and leaned in close, brushing your hair aside to whisper in your ear. "Don't tempt me, babe." His hand moved to your waist, pulling up your shirt a bit so that his fingers were brushing against your exposed skin.  The dark ink of your Serpent tattoo peaked out.

You leaned in closer, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and laughing flirtily.  Glancing at Sweet Pea, you could see his knuckles turning white as he gripped his pool stick.  You winked and turned your attention back to Fangs.

"The things I would do to you if I were still single," you mused, earning an eye-roll from Fangs.

"He's coming."

"What the hell, Y/N?  Fangs, really?" Sweet Pea was standing behind you, his long hair pushed off his face and his fists clenched at his sides. "Of all people?"

You broke away from Fangs, giving him a thank-you grin before turning to face your pissed-off boyfriend. "What, Pea?" You asked sweetly. "I was just chatting with my good old friend, Fangs."

He held his glare. "Yeah, sure." He grabbed your hips possessively, pulling you close. "There's only one person who should be touching you like that."

"Jughead?"

"Shut the fuck up."

You smirked and leaned in for a kiss. "I love you, dumbass."

His grip on you tightened as he kissed you hungrily. "I ought to take you into the back and make you prove it."

"What about Stacey?"

"Fuck Stacey.  You know I only have eyes for you."

"Prove it."

~~~~~

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Like Nicotine | Sweet Pea

Sweet Pea's eyes follow the swift movement of the pen between his fingers as it flows back and forth, clicking it again and again until he's sure everyone in the class is glaring at him. Not that he cares enough to check.

The professor's flat voice works miracles to bore him and he wonders how the hell he can turn something so interesting in nothing but dull numbers and symbols that only work to confuse him all the more.

Algebra he knows quite well - it's a favorite of his, yet he feels like he's dying in here and the class is not even half over yet. 

That damn turtleneck is scratching his neck and he fumbles with his fingers to keep his mind off it, looking for rings that are no longer there. Still, the habit remains.

His gaze flies anywhere and everywhere in search of something else. He's searching for something to pique his interest and it's not long before he finds it.

You.

The way your foot taps against the floor is the first thing he notices and he smiles to himself because he does that too - although his tapping is more of nervous habit, or simply a distraction when he's bored. Your tapping follows a beat; some secret rhythm playing in your mind for you and only you to know.

Sweet Pea tries his best to follow the movement but he's soon lost and it seems that secret melody is to remain secret. Still, he watches you. 

This time not your foot, nor your legs. His eyes travel up your body and immediately notice the cuts on your fine yellow top. They're big enough to reveal the lovely skin of your shoulders yet nothing more. 

Still, it leaves him in a daze and he wonders how the fuck you're not freezing with this weather.

Maybe you're tougher than you look.

 The thought makes him smirk and he lowers his head to keep others from seeing. He'd like to know how tough you really are. All he knows about you are your sweet, blinding smiles and the sound of your voice from that one time you apologized for bumping into him but he aches to know more.

Like why you're wearing bright yellow shirts and flowy skirts in the middle of autumn, let alone an anklet adorned with the smallest of shells that look like they came straight out of a summer daydream - just like you.

He knows he won't find the answer to that anytime soon so his eyes keep travelling. This time it's your neck that's so marvelously painted with freckles that he swears you were kissed by the sun itself.

Your hair is tied in a bun that's rather torturously coming apart and the strands fall in ringlets so slowly, he's magnetized. He thanks his lucky stars that you're seated in front of him and you cannot catch him staring because holy hell, would that be hard to explain.

He checks the time again and time has flown by. The class will be over soon and you will be gone - God knows when he'll catch a seat near you again. 

So he vows to make do of these few minutes and like the stealthiest of cats, he makes his move. His chair slides forward until he's towering above your smaller frame and he can finally see what you're doing.

Doodles. You're doodling flowers and hasty sketches and he's frozen at the talent of you even though it seems like a mindless motion. He wants to get his hands on that notebook and see them; admire them in all their beauty just as he's admired you for the past hour.

He hopes one day you'll show him the wonders of your mind, as much as he doesn't deserve it, and maybe then there won't be some loud fucking bell bursting his bubble.

His hand dips in the small curve of your spine and slender fingers work their way up the defined bone until they've settled on the tiny freckles that he's spent so many nights and mornings admiring. They're little stars decorating a galaxy and he loves to trace them as much as he loves to hold you in his arms every night.

You're the artist in this story - the beautiful mind - but he likes to try his luck from time to time and paint on your body with kisses, with reddish blue marks and love bites that tell the world you're his and only his.

He likes to mark his territory, it’s simple as that, and you let him. 

He wants to feel as if he's the one in control of all this but he was doomed the moment you met and he knows it. He's a fucking mess every second away from you and he knows that too, yet when he's laying under your fingertips, you make him feel worthy.

Your body shifts and turns until you're facing him again and he drinks you in - every bit of you. You're tangled in dark, sinful sheets but you remain nothing short of an angel that's landed on his bed, or some other divine creature that he’d like to corrupt.

Your hand extends lazily and he smiles, allowing you to touch his lips all you want and appreciate their enviable shape or how swollen they look from your shared kisses.

Gentle fingers stay there for a while before they move again and grab the cigarette right from his lips, making him laugh at your smoothness.

You place it on your lips instead and take a long drug, just enough to fill your lungs and release it in a perfect 'o' shape. That's enough you decide and give it back to Sweet Pea who's watching you like you're some supernova about to explode. With wonder.

"You better not start smoking."

Laughter bubbles in your chest despite his serious tone and you decide to challenge him as much as you both know you're only teasing.

"What if I do?"

There's a shit-eating grin on your face like those he so likes to wear, but Sweet Pea knows you're not being serious. You're getting way too good at this.

"Just don't." his tone softens and he sighs, "Please, I don’t want you addicted to nicotine and all that shit."

You giggle and kiss him -short but sweet- and he swears he's already lost every train of thought.

"I won't." it's a whisper and then you fall back on the sheets with a thud, “But that’s a little pretentious coming from you.”

Sweet Pea laughs and his heart hurts and he cannot tell if this feeling is more bitter or sweet because you'll never, ever know that it’s you who’s his nicotine.

You run like blood in his veins these days and daze his mind like a drug but he's not planning on quitting you any time soon.

A/N: He’s so tall and handsome as hell...He’s so bad but he does it so well...

Oh hey, I’m in love with Sweet Pea. I know that quoting ‘Wildest Dreams’ makes me suck, but I’m gonna do it anyways. 

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Unfinished 13: Riverdale

Summary: Jughead/Sweet Pea/Reader Your mom lives with you on the southside, as far into the forest as you can get. You train/work with the Ghoulies as a runner, you don’t realize this until she decides to move, you return to your childhood home, next door to the Andrews, shocked to find your dad and older brother living there still, you have to hide your connection to the Ghoulies; Jughead agrees to help; but Sweet Pea takes it the wrong way

You keep your mouth shut as your mother packs. You’re watching her, sitting on the couch, silent and half noticed as always. She glares at you, nodding as you stand shuffling over to her.

“You’ll have to go up to the Northside; couple of things left in old house, think you can grab them? The people who live there aren’t home Thursday’s so get going.” She doesn’t look at you before nodding.

You sigh pulling on your running shoes and a hoodie before throwing the hood over your face.

“What do I need?” You mom hands a crumbled piece of paper to you. You tuck the list into your pocket and start towards your old house. You’d grown up in it, with your brother and father, when they had moved out your mother and you were forced to move to the Southside. Still the neighborhood feels both like home and a stranger’s land as you walk the streets.

You watch the house for a moment, noticing the neighbors haven’t changed. You smile fondly at the faint memories, you were five, Archie Andrews and Betty Cooper had been spending the summer at your house, the inflatable pool your brother had convinced your parents to buy had been the highlight of that summer. Before your mother and you had moved as far on the Southside as possible; after your father had taken your brother and fled to some other state. Your mother told you how he was seeing another woman, how she had convinced him to move away, without you.

You step from the shadows, freezing as you hear a voice.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You turn jerking as Mr. Andrews stands in his driveway, he waves you over.

“H-hey Mr. Andrews, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare key for my old house yeah? My mom and I are moving and we needed to grab some things before we leave.” You smile hopeful, holding your hand out. He nods turning to his house and jogging up the steps, he opens the door pulling a key off the hooks he has in the entrance way.

“Here ya’ go. I didn’t know you and your mom were in town.” You furrow your brow.

“Yeah? We live on the Southside, since my dad and brother left.” He frowns, turning as a car pulls into the driveway of your old house; you duck your head shuffling over.

“I’ll just ask if they-��� You freeze again, your father stepping out of his truck, your brother from the passenger side, it’s been years, but you’d know him anywhere, you step back looking nervously to Mr. Andrews.

“My mom said-“ You quiet turning from Mr. Andrews, you re-take a step forward the key cutting into your palm.

“James?” Your voice is quiet, as you step forward again, your brother doesn’t turn, closing the door and walking towards the house.

“Hey!” You duck slightly when Mr. Andrews shouts over, both James and your father turning towards him, eyes trained on you.

“Hey uh, I used to live here and-“ You don’t finish, James pulling you into a hug.

“Y/N, you’re back in town!?!” Your father rushes over at James’ shout. You hesitate as he pulls you into a hug, after James releases you.

“Hey sweetheart, what’re you doing back? You and your mom need something?” You frown at him.

“You still live here?” Both he and James nod looking worried.

“Mom said you moved and left with some other woman, we’ve been living on the Southside since you, uh we I guess, since we moved.” He nods, gesturing towards the door of the front of the house. You step over the threshold with them, your father’s arm not leaving your shoulders.

He offers you a glass of water; you sip at it sitting on the couch as your father paces in front of the coffee table. James sits next to you eyes tracing your father as he continues walking.

“Dad?”

“I’m fine, just, where is your mother planning on going?” He stills sitting in the chair across from the couch. You shrug.

“She didn’t tell me just that, crap. I have to be back in like ten minutes, she’ll leave without me. I should-“ You stand turning back to look at them frozen in the chairs.

“I mean I can’t stay here can I?” Your father pulls you into a hug, spinning you slightly so he now rests in between the door and you.

“Your room is still the same as when you left; so maybe some redecorating?” You shrug.

“I haven’t changed much, not really a need to redecorate.” You follow your father and brother up to your room.

“What about mom?” Your father nods, pulling his phone out and stepping back into the hall as your brother opens the door to your room. You half pay attention to the conversation, waiting for them to finish.

“So we’ll have to enroll you at Riverdale which shouldn’t be too hard to get you settled.” You nod hands unclenching from your palms. You smile at them.

“Your mom’s dropping your things off.” You nod sitting on the front steps as she pulls up, shoving a box towards you.

“There. You good?” You nod and she doesn’t respond, not even turning around as she restarts the car and drives off.

“What do you want to do? You have to do something, since James plays football so it’ll make sense for you to get up and go to school with him for practice. You should pick something to-“

“Track.”

“Track?” James quirks an eyebrow at you.

“I wanna run.” You nod to him and he shrugs.

“Alright. We’ll do track, you ready to get up at five am tomorrow?” You nod smiling as he shoves you from the steps, picking up the box and smiling.

“This all you got Y/N?” You nod and he sets the box on the bed. You can tell something upsets him but he seems to let it go for now.

“We’ll probably get pizza later if you want?”

“Cheese.” You nod hovering over the box your mother had left. You wait until he steps from the room. You pull the lid fully off glaring at the three pairs of jeans and shirts your mother left, under that rests two journals, and a folded backpack. You don’t need to open the bag to know your mother put cash in it.

“Y/N! Pizza sweetheart!” You nod walking down the stairs and standing in the kitchen, plates stacked and your father and brother leaning against the counter. You pull a slice over and eat half before your father sets his plate down.

“Y/N, you need any clothes? Other things?” You nod.

“I can get them this weekend, there’s a store nearby, yeah?” Your father nods, pulling another slice over.

Your brother lets you sleep in till half five, you know this because you wake at two am, silently crying, more nightmares. You shake your head from them, and stretch against your floor. You return back to bed, lying awake until you hear your brother’s alarm going off. You pretend to wake, shuffling to the bathroom and letting him curse as you silently move from the bathroom to his room, waiting for him.

You pull your hoodie’s hood up, curling behind your brother as he walks up.

“Don’t worry Y/N. I’ll protect you, you’ll love my friends. They’re all really welcoming. Well besides Cheryl.”

“There are Snakes.” You comment as he directs you towards one of the student lounges.

“Yeah the serpents are here for now. Don’t worry they’re friendly.” You nod sitting down as your brother gestures to the couch. You notice a redhead boy watching you; he extends his hand a smile on his face.

“Hey I’m Archie, Archie Andrews. Pleasure to meet you.” You nod extending your hand and smiling back.

“Y/N, James’ sister.” He nods, you watch as your brother nods at the group at have walked through the door, making a beeline for Archie and all smiling.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! I’m Betty Cooper. This is Jughead Jones, and Kevin Keller.” You watch a dark haired girl walk up.

“I’m Veronica. Veronica Lodge.” You watch a group of boys walk in, dark jackets standing out for the fact they match. You watch them hover, until Jughead tilts his head slightly. They move forward as one.

“Who’s the new face?” One of them asks eyebrows furrowing.

“James’ sister. Y/N.” You nod towards them keeping your face down. You know they’re not the enemy, not since the Ghoulies scattered, but you can help but pray none of them recognize you from your home near the trailer park.

“Where you been then? We transferred here a while ago didn’t see you here.” You look to Sweet Pea, as you’ve learned his name.

“Lived on the southside.”

“How come we never seen you at Southside?” You let Fangs circle you, smirk on his face.

“I was home schooled.” You counter and he arches an eyebrow.

“Your mother a teacher then?” You shake your head.

“Learned a bit differently from you.”

The man keeps his chokehold around your neck as he walks you through the bar. He tosses you to the ground, before you can respond with more than a snarl, another man has pulled you up and is tying you to a chair.

“Small, mousey, skittish. That’s how I’d describe you, certainly not Serpent material, Ghoulie’s must’ve been desperate to use you.” One of the older Serpent’s chime in. You wait trying to even your breathing, you know the Ghoulie’s won’t come for you, they know enough to leave you for dead. You’re a Northdsider now, beyond how far they care to test their reach.

“What do you think happens to mice then?” One of the men questions the other.

“They get eaten by snakes.” One of the serpents laugh, you don’t flinch turning to watch him. Despite being tied to a chair, despite your lip bleeding and the cut and swollen bruising around your eye, you know they can’t do anything until whoever their boss is gets in.

You watch a man walking down, his serpent jacket well worn, the flannel he has on under it dulled by age as well. You see another figure walking next to him, younger, even his clothes reflect this, brighter, less worn.

“The fuck you doing to that girl.”

“Nothing yet, caught her sneakin’ around, she’s a ghoulie apparently. That’s what the other one we caught said.” The older man looks you up and down.

“She doesn’t look like she could fight hot dog, let alone a serpent.” The group laugh and you agree he must be the leader.

“What about the other one you got? Where’s he?”

“Basement. For safe keeping.”

“Jugs what you wanna do with her?” You don’t make a sound, you don’t give away you recognize him from school.

“Does James know?”

You shake your head, and he nods.

“Untie her. Let her go. She got caught in the wrong crowd.”

“Jugs, she’s a Ghoulie…”

“You just said she wasn’t a threat, what’s the point in keeping her then.” The rest of the serpents nod one of them untying you, you flex your wrists, rolling your shoulders. You lick your lips turning at staring at each of the serpents.

“What are you doing?”

“Memorizing your faces.” You smirk, before you feel a hand on your shoulder. You duck your head cringing.

“Come on Y/N not here.” You snarl, you pull your head back as Jughead looks at you.

“Come on, lets get you home yeah?” You shake your head.

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take two: it takes two (to make a thing go right)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EYGalWe by narration_ator after wind, after rain // when the dark is done // as I wake from a dream // in the gold of day // through the air there's a calling // from far away // there's a voice I can hear // that will lead me home -“the road home" You’ve held many roles over the years. Daughter. Sister. Sidekick. Vigilante. Superhero. CEO. Socialite. Gotham’s Princess. Leader. Wife. Aunt. Mother. A Wayne. A Kent. A remainder. You’ve been Batgirl and you’ve been Batman. You’ve lost each of your siblings. You survived the apocalypse and rebuilt the world in the wake of the loss. You’ve raised children—both your dead siblings’ kids and your own. You’ve trained an uncountable number of young heroes. When the end comes, it’s fitting. Your life’s work interrupted, your children’s lives falling under the same curse of losing parents that everyone else in your family has suffered. Your only regret, as you die in your husband’s arms, is that their father is now gone, as well. Then you wake up. Words: 953, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of it takes two (to make a thing go right) Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics), Young Justice - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Teen Titans - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Reader, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake (DCU), Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Luke Fox, Lucius Fox, Alfred Pennyworth, Helena Bertinelli, Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Selina Kyle, Helena Wayne, John Grayson, Elainna Grayson, Carrie Kelley, Lucy Quinzel, Lian Harper, Clark Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Lois Lane, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Donna Troy, Harper Row, Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Oliver Queen, Connor Hawke, Mia Dearden, Barry Allen, Wally West, Bart Allen, J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, M'gann M'orzz, Zatanna Zatara, Arthur Curry (DCU), Kaldur'ahm | Jackson Hyde, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Kon-El | Conner Kent/Reader Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, Marriage, Secret Marriage, Secret Relationship, Old Married Couple, Secret Identity, Superheroes, Vigilantism, Reader-Insert, Reader is a Wayne (DCU), Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Kon-El | Conner Kent is Superboy, Clark Kent is Kon-El | Conner Kent's Parent, Lex Luthor is Kon-El | Conner Kent's Parent, Mentioned Jonathan "Pa" Kent and Martha Kent, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EYGalWe

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take two: it takes two (to make a thing go right)

by narration_ator after wind, after rain // when the dark is done // as I wake from a dream // in the gold of day // through the air there's a calling // from far away // there's a voice I can hear // that will lead me home -“the road home" You’ve held many roles over the years. Daughter. Sister. Sidekick. Vigilante. Superhero. CEO. Socialite. Gotham’s Princess. Leader. Wife. Aunt. Mother. A Wayne. A Kent. A remainder. You’ve been Batgirl and you’ve been Batman. You’ve lost each of your siblings. You survived the apocalypse and rebuilt the world in the wake of the loss. You’ve raised children—both your dead siblings’ kids and your own. You’ve trained an uncountable number of young heroes. When the end comes, it’s fitting. Your life’s work interrupted, your children’s lives falling under the same curse of losing parents that everyone else in your family has suffered. Your only regret, as you die in your husband’s arms, is that their father is now gone, as well. Then you wake up. Words: 953, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of it takes two (to make a thing go right) Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics), Young Justice - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Teen Titans - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Reader, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake (DCU), Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Luke Fox, Lucius Fox, Alfred Pennyworth, Helena Bertinelli, Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Selina Kyle, Helena Wayne, John Grayson, Elainna Grayson, Carrie Kelley, Lucy Quinzel, Lian Harper, Clark Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Lois Lane, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Donna Troy, Harper Row, Kyle Rayner, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Oliver Queen, Connor Hawke, Mia Dearden, Barry Allen, Wally West, Bart Allen, J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, M'gann M'orzz, Zatanna Zatara, Arthur Curry (DCU), Kaldur'ahm | Jackson Hyde, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Kon-El | Conner Kent/Reader Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, Marriage, Secret Marriage, Secret Relationship, Old Married Couple, Secret Identity, Superheroes, Vigilantism, Reader-Insert, Reader is a Wayne (DCU), Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Kon-El | Conner Kent is Superboy, Clark Kent is Kon-El | Conner Kent's Parent, Lex Luthor is Kon-El | Conner Kent's Parent, Mentioned Jonathan "Pa" Kent and Martha Kent, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/VRvEYct

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Tug-O-War (Riverdale: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader)

Where Sweet Pea and Toni (lowkey) fight for your attention.  

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!” You turned at the sound of your name, your H/C locks whipping the air as you looked for the source of the voice. 

“Jughead, what’s up?” You asked, a tinge of surprise in your voice. You and Jughead weren’t exactly close friends, but you were friends with Betty. You wondered what he needed from you. 

Soon, Jughead had caught up with you and ushered you to keep walking as he heard the bell ring. “I, uh, sort of have a situation." 

You glanced at him. "Mhmm?" 

"Betty’s birthday is coming up.” He said, and everything was clearer. “I’m not exactly a party nor a surprise guy, but—" 

"You want to do something special for her?” You continued, pausing in the middle of the hall to look into his eyes. He glances at you, then bashfully looks at the floor and rubs his neck. “Well, yeah, I mean, she’s done a lot for me and…”

You grinned to yourself. “Say no more, Jones. I’m in!" 

You always thought he and Betty made a cute pair, the two of them seemed like such a fresh, innocent love. You were glad the two stayed together even though Jughead had to transfer schools. He flashes you a wide grin. 

"Then can we meet in my trailer after school? Veronica already helped me plan and pick out some stuff, I just need help with the arts and crafts and things. I know you’re good at those." 

So that’s why he picked you. You were beginning to wonder why he didn’t turn to his best bud Archie or Betty’s bff, Veronica. Though it’s not that you mind. You actually did enjoy a bit of arts and crafts. 

"Sure,” You confirmed, continuing to walk as the second bell just rang, before abruptly stopping and slapping your forehead. “Oh, shhh. I forgot! I have cheer practice today. Would it be okay if I swing by a little late?" 

Jughead throws his hands mid-air. "It’s alright with me if it’s alright with you." 

"Alright, catch you later!” You said before beginning to jog your way to the classroom, in an effort to overtake your teacher who just passed you in the hall.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna go get a milkshake at Pop’s?“ Betty asked, with her usual sweet smile. Practice had just finished and you were walking out the school with the B&V. You instantly remembered your appointment with Jughead. 

"Oh, I’d love to, but uh, my mom told me to come straight home today. She needs my help with some… work stuff,” You choked out. “A lot of, uh, work stuff.”

Veronica raised an eyebrow at your poor excuse. You clear your throat.

“Oh, alright, no big deal. Maybe next time..?” Betty replied, seeming to buy your excuse. You gave her a small, relieved smile but you could tell by the look on her face that she was about to offer you some help.Thinking quickly, you decided to pretend to be surprised by the time. 

“Shoot, I can’t believe it’s this late! And of course, next time, definitely! I’ll catch you later!” You quickly added, waving goodbye and jogging away before Betty could asked you any more questions. 

Soon enough, you reached Jughead’s trailer. You noticed several bikes up front and you wonder whether he had invited some of his other friends to help. Serpents, to be exact. Not that that was a problem with you, as you were actually one of the more open-minded residents in Riverdale that knew that not all serpents were bad. Though you did think of what their reactions would be if they saw a Northsider come and help along. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door, faintly hearing voices coming from the inside. 

The inside of the trailer was a mess. Colored paper, streamers, balloons and the like were spread out all over the living area as Jughead tries to create something presentable. 

“This just looks… wrong.” He said, wrinkling his nose as he holds up what was supposed to be a origami flower. Veronica had left templates and instructions on how to make them but he couldn’t seem to get them right. 

“How about this one?” Toni said, holding up her own creation. Thankfully, he wasn’t there to suffer alone. Toni Topaz and Sweet Pea, two of the younger serpents, were hanging around Jughead’s trailer to pass time. Though unsurprisingly, Toni was the only one that readily offered to help Jughead with Betty’s birthday surprise. After all, it was pretty hard to imagine the tall, muscular, and hot-headed Sweet Pea sitting obediently while making paper flowers. 

Jughead takes the origami flower on Toni’s palm and examines it. 

“This… is great, actually,” He mumbles, carefully placing the dainty flower in an empty shoebox (so he wouldn’t lose it), before cutting out more square pieces of paper to make a new flower. “One down and heaps more to go…” 

Toni looks over at Sweet Pea, who’s busy fiddling with his phone. 

“Hey, Sweet Pea, why don’t you make yourself useful and cut out squares for us, huh?” She says, handing the tall boy a sheet of colored paper and some scissors. Sweet Pea doesn’t bother to look up from his phone as he mumbles an excuse. 

“I, uh, I’m left handed..?” He says, almost sounding like a question, tilting his phone to the side to control his mobile racecar. 

Toni wrinkles her nose, straight up thinking that that was a lie, though not recalling any instances when she caught Sweet Pea writing. She was sure he used his right fist to punch, though. 

“…and?" 

"Lefties need special scissors.” He said as-a-matter-of-factly, finally putting his phone down and making eye contact. Toni raised her eyebrow and peeked over to see that Sweet Pea’s red racecar had suffered an unfortunate crash. 

“…right,” She said, leering her eyes but retrieving her outstretched hand. “So how about you try to make flowers instead?" 

Sweet Pea was just about to cough out another excuse when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He quickly stood up. 

"Well, that must be Fogarty. We’re hitting the Wyrm. Sorry I couldn’t stay for your arts and crafts session, Jones.” He said, flashing the two serpents a cheeky grin before heading straight to the door before someone in the room stopped him. “Took you damn long enough—" 

But it wasn’t Fangs at the door. Nor was it a man. In front of Sweet Pea stood a petite girl, now looking up at the person who swung the door open. She had her hair in a high ponytail, having just come out of cheer practice, therefore also wearing her white, yellow-sleeved top and her tiny shorts that’s main purpose was to allow movement, though if you’re a teen-aged boy, you would only think about how it showcased the girl’s smooth legs wonderfully. Sweet Pea unconsciously raises his eyebrows. 

You couldn’t help but to stare back at the boy towering in front of you. He was huge, you literally had to move your neck to make eye contact. You noticed the serpent tattoo on his neck. Guess you were right about Jughead bringing some friends. 

"Um…" 

"Y/N!” Suddenly, Jughead appeared, putting a hand on the taller boy’s shoulder. 

“This is Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea, Y/N. I, uh, I hope you don’t mind me having a couple of friends over. This one looks scary but I swear none of them bite.” Jughead said, grinning.

You couldn’t help but smile as well, both because of Jughead’s rare, contagious grin and because of the larger teen’s unusual name that didn’t seem to match his appearance. “Nice to meet you." 

The taller boy barely makes out a small smile before breaking eye contact, though his eyes don’t leave you, either. You become a little nervous, feeling even smaller under his gaze. Then Jughead invites you inside… but Sweet Pea still stood in the way. You gulped.

"And, uh, no, I don’t mind. Unless your friends would rather me leave..?” You said, looking back at Sweet Pea, who had been unusually quiet (though you didn’t know that), wondering what he was thinking. You did recall that Southsiders had this complex over Northsiders. Maybe he didn’t like you right off the bat? 

“What, Sweet Pea, cat got your tongue? Why don’t you move over so Y/N could enter? You’re gonna scare her off, you know.” Toni teased. And with that, Sweet Pea blinked, as if recovering from a daze. He awkwardly mutters what sounded like an apology before finally stepping aside. 

“Thank you…” You mumbled, before quickly making your way to the mini gathering on the floor. 

“I brought fries, by the way. Sorry I’m late.” You added, carefully placing the white paper bag with the logo ‘Pop’s’ on an empty space on the floor.

“Toni, this is Y/N, Y/N, Toni.” Jughead said once you were all sitting down on the floor. “And thank you, for the fries. You really didn’t have to." 

"Oh, it was along the way, anyway.” You said, smiling. “Nice to meet you, Toni.”

“I like you already.” Toni says, after taking a bite out of her fry. “Cute outfit, by the way." 

You suddenly felt more conscious of your cheer clothes, especially since you felt Sweet Pea eye you up not too long ago. Guess you couldn’t blame them, though, you haven’t really heard of a cheer team coming from Southside High.

"Thanks. Though really, these are just glorified gym clothes.” You joked, causing Toni to giggle and playfully tap your shoulder. 

“She’s funny.” Toni said, talking to Jughead. “Maybe you should let us meet some more of your friends, Juggy. Especially if they’re as cute as her." 

You blushed instantly and was about to mumble a “thank you” when you were interrupted by a voice the three of you seemingly forgot about. 

"Topaz." 

The three of you looked back at Sweet Pea, who was still standing by the door with a hand on the knob. You wondered whether he was annoyed or if that was just his default face. 

"Can we talk for a sec?" 

Toni raised an eyebrow but followed the tall boy outside the trailer anyway. You briefly wondered if they were a couple, but decided not to raise your question to Jughead, who seemed to be focused on crafting his flower. 

"So, is there anything left for me to do?" 

You had successfully made three little origami flowers when the trailer door opened. Toni and Sweet Pea entered and you noticed that the former looked a bit annoyed. Jughead seemed to notice this, too. 

"What is this, a lover’s quarrel?” He joked. 

“Oh please.” Toni said, rolling her eyes and assuming her earlier position beside you. 

“Thought you knew I preferred girls, Jones?” Sweet Pea said right back, sitting down on the empty space on your other side before helping himself with some of the fries you brought over. You could tell that Toni rolled her eyes again. She scooted closer to you. 

“Is this how you do it?“ She asked, holding her own unfinished flower against yours. 

"Oh, uh, yeah,” You replied, before pointing at the corner of the would-be flower. “Then you fold over that part." 

"Thought you already knew how to make that?” Sweet Pea said over to Toni, who stuck her tongue out at the boy in response. Sweet Pea moves closer to you before bending his torso over your lap, reaching for the scissors on your other side. “Excuse me…" 

You stayed incredibly still, so as to not accidentally touch him. You still couldn’t gauge the personality of the guy, and he was pretty intimidating even without considering his height. You observed his form as he bent over you. He had really broad shoulders with large, defined muscles that caused the fabric of his flannel to cling onto his arms tightly. He smelled of smoke and hints of boyish cologne. He was basically the human version of testosterone. He flashed you a smile after managing to retrieve the scissors when he noticed that you were looking at him, catching you off guard. You quickly looked away. 

"Thought lefties needed ‘special scissors’, Pea?” Toni taunted after watching the scene in front of her. 

“Who said I was a leftie?” The boy replied nonchalantly, not looking up from his own business. Toni shot Sweet Pea a sharp glare and was about to call him out when door suddenly barged open (déjà vu). 

“Fogarty! Finally! Whisk your boyfriend away, would you?” Toni said, sighing in relief. 

“Sweet Pea. Let’s bounce.”

“Busy.” Sweet Pea replied instantly, finishing cutting up a square. He inches closer to you. “How do you do this?" 

You look straight at Jughead, who just raises his hands as if to say, 'I have no idea what’s going on right now’. You look at Toni, who’s looking at Fogarty, pressuring the boy to take Sweet Pea away. Finally, you look back at Sweet Pea, who was looking straight into your eyes. And instantly, you remembered just how innocent a snake’s eyes could look. 

Fangs raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You sent me an S.O.–" 

"Fogarty, how about you make yourself useful and cut us up some squares, huh? It’s still too early to go to the Wyrm, anyway.” Sweet Pea interrupted, turning his head around to look at the mentioned boy. You couldn’t see the look Sweet Pea was giving him, because this meant he had his back turned to you, but it was a look that one could only accurately describe as threatening. Fangs threw his hands in the air in instant defeat and made his way to sit beside Jughead, who did the honors of handing him some paper and scissors. “This is Y/N, by the way. Y/N, Fangs." 

That was the third introduction today. And you thought you’d be spending the rest of the afternoon quietly making crafts with Jughead. You gave Fangs a small smile, before motioning to the takeout container sitting in the middle of your little circle. "Help yourself." 

Fangs grinned, picking up a fry and taking you up on your offer. "Don’t mind if I do." 

Sweet Pea cleared his throat. You glance at him. "Oh, right. Sorry. Um, can I have a look…?" 

He holds up a roughly-cut square piece of powder blue colored paper. His cutting job sort of reflects his personality, you thought. 

"So you fold over this part…" 

"Mhmm…” He bends over a bit and holds his square closer to your own. You briefly felt the cold metal of his ring when his fingers accidentally bumped your own while he tries to hold his paper up properly on its right side. “This one?" 

"Um, yes. Then you do this…” You gulped, demonstrating the steps on your own flower. Your fingers were slightly trembling at this point, a product of his mere existence. You were about to turn over your flower but your unsteady hands accidentally dropped it on his lap, which, only now, you noticed was very close to yours. You inwardly cursed yourself. 

“S-sorry…” You quickly tried to retrieve the traitor, making absolutely sure to only make contact with the paper, but his hand met yours and the two of you ended holding it up together. You didn’t notice, but the other two boys were now watching the show in front of them with their eyebrows raised. There was a short wave of silence before it was broken by a feminine voice. 

“Oh, look, Pea. I found the instructions! Guess you don’t have to bother Y/N anymore.” Toni said, a wide smile on her face as she waved the piece of paper in the air. 

Embarrassed, you quickly looked down on your lap, at the flower Sweet Pea had let go of and you managed to retrieve. Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at Toni before snatching the sheet of paper which instantly became a crumpled ball in his fist. By then, Jughead and Fangs, though the latter had just arrived, fully understood what was going on. A tug-o-war was happening in front of their eyes, with you as the prized flag. 

I made this in one night please be kind

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