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writing-wh0re · 4 years ago

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Hi I saw ur taking requests so maybe something in s5 Riverdale after the time jump and sweet pea and y/n have a little family and she works at the high school as a history teacher or something :)

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Y/C/N (Your Childs Name)

Pairing: Sweetpea x reader

Word Count: 1,380k

Warnings: None really, Fluff mainly.

“Have a great break everyone! Enjoy yourselves!” I shout over the crowd of kids leaving the classroom, a chorus of ‘you too’’ filling the air.

I quickly gather my papers and folders dumping them into my leather book bag as I rush out of the classroom as well. I lock the classroom door, having to stop for a second as my baby stirs around inside my stomach.

“Woah sweet girl, I’ll slow down for you.” I say rubbing my stomach as I start to walk out of the school at a quickened pace.

“Ah, Y/N, do you have a quick second?” Rick, the head of English asks as I huff.

“Has to be quick Rick, I need to pick up Y/C/N.”

“Just wanted to wish you a good break, plus Kathy wanted me to pass this little gift onto you from all of us.” Rick gestures to my huge stomach as I smile.

“That is so wonderful, thank you, pass on my thanks to all of them.” I smile brightly as I look at the clear lidded gift box filled with baby booties, a baby beanie and a pacifier.

“Have fun, enjoy your time.” Rick dismisses as I nod and continues to walk out of the school, rushing to be on time for Y/C/N, knowing he will give me sass if I’m late.

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“Mummy! Finally, you’re just on time.” Y/C/N giggles slinging his bag onto his shoulders.

“Y/C/N had a great day today, what did you learn today Y/C/N?” Kortney the kindy teacher says as Y/C/N smiles brightly.

“I learnt easy maths”

“Oh, baby that is great, I’m so proud of you, you know daddy is coming home tonight” I say brushing back the hair that has fallen in front of his face.

“Daddy is home tonight! Bye Miss Kortney!” Y/C/N waves rushing to get out the door, excited that Sweets is home from doing his long haul trucker trips for the serpents.

“Thank you Kortney, see you in two weeks.”

I quickly waddle behind Y/C/N to the car, buckling him in as we get ready for our drive home.

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“Daddy, we’re home!” Y/C/N yells holding the door open to our small one story three bedroom home.

“Ahhh, Y/C/N, how are you buddy?” Sweets says picking up Y/C/N as our little boy wraps his dad into the tightest hug he can muster. “I’ve got to say hi to mummy, go empty your bag.” Sweets says as Y/C/N nods, walking into the kitchen to empty out their kindy bag.

“Hiya daddy.” I smirk as Sweets runs at me, engulfing me into a tight but gentle hug. I feel my heart swell with love as Sweetpea cups my face with both hands, kissing me.

“Hi Mummy, how are my two girls?” Sweets asks as he bends down to softly kiss my stomach.

“She is very active today, probably knew her daddy was home again.”

“How was school baby?” Sweets asks, brushing my hair behind my ear.

“High school kids are so moody and none of them care about modern history, it bugs me, they don’t listen, like it's cool to not care about school.” I huff as Sweets smiles at me. “History is an elective, they can choose not to do it, we don’t force them to do it.” I ramble as Sweets nods along.

“Looking forward to the break then?” Sweets chuckles as I nod.

“It’s good to have you home.”

Sweets smiles wide as he grabs a hold of my hand and leads me to the kitchen where Y/C/N has emptied his whole bag onto the floor and can be found deep in the pantry looking for cookies.

“Can I help you, sir?” Sweets asks getting down to Y/C/N’s level.

“I need cookies daddy, mummy says they are only for special days and today is special.” Y/C/N attempts to reason as Sweets looks back at me.

“That was the best explanation, I can’t argue with this little man.” Sweets says as he ruffles Y/C/N hair.

I waddle over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water as I lean against the kitchen counter.

“I’ll have to go to the bar tonight, Toni is performing and needs me, unless you need me here baby.” Sweets says holding my hips as I smile.

“You’ve got to do what you have to do for the club Sweets, I get it, Y/C/N and I will have a movie night.” I say as Y/C/N nods excitedly.

“Daddy, please stay.” Y/C/N pouts tugging on Sweets pants as he looks between me and Y/C/N.

“Aunty Toni needs me buddy.” Sweets tries to reason as Y/C/N shakes his head.

“I can talk to Aunty Toni.” Y/C/N sasses as Sweets chuckles.

“I’ll talk to her buddy, let me see what I can do.” Sweets smiles, grabbing his phone as he quickly pecks me, leaving the kitchen to call Toni.

“Once you finish that cookie, it's bath time okay.” I say as Y/C/N smirks cheekily.

“You have to catch me mummy!” Y/C/N squeals as I smile rolling my eyes at my very energetic child.

Before I can attempt to run after Y/C/N Sweets walks into the room with him over his shoulder, giggling like mad.

“Well, It's officially a full family movie night, I’ll see the serpents tomorrow.” Sweets smiles as I waddle over to him, kissing him as Y/C/N whines.

“Yucky.” Y/C/N complains as Sweets and I chuckle, kissing each other again causing more complaints to fall from his lips.

“Come on my boys, it's bath time.”

Sweets is instantly running down the hallway to the bathroom to bathe Y/C/N. I quickly grab my phone and dial Pop’s, ordering three milkshakes and burgers.

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“I have one quick request and you’ll get something out of it.” I smirk placing my hands on Sweets chest.

“Tempting, what can I do baby.” Sweets asks, holding my hands as Y/C/N stands next to us.

“Drive to Pop’s and get our order please?” I ask as Y/C/N does a little happy dance next to us.

“Milkshake time, milkshake time.” Y/C/N sings as Sweets and I chuckle.

“That’s all you.” Sweets gestures to the little performance as I shrug.

“Hey, you chose to marry me and have this little bundle of joy.” I state as I ruffle Y/C/N hair.

“Okay, I’ll be back in fifteen, get the movie ready.” Sweets says kissing both of us on the head as he leaves to pick up dinner.

“Monsters Inc, daddy and I talked about it.” Y/C/N declares walking into the lounge room as he starts to hunt for the dvd.

“Good choice baby.” I say helping him get the movie ready.

“Go get your pillows and blankets baby.” I say as Y/C/N runs to his room.

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I wake up with a kink in my neck, looking around my surroundings all of us having fallen asleep before the movie had even ended.

“I’m too scared to move and wake him.” Sweets whispers as I look and see Y/C/N laying in an odd position on Sweets.

“He has been sleeping like a rock lately, I have to go to our bed, your little girl hurts my back.” I say rubbing my pregnant stomach as Sweets nods.

“Of course baby, I’ll meet you in there, I’ll carry him to bed.” Sweets says as Y/C/N falls limp, light snores coming from his mouth as Sweets shifts his weight and carries him to bed.

I get into our bedroom, pulling down the covers as I get into bed, the comfort of the mattress relaxing my sore muscles.

I feel my eyelids get heavy, fighting sleep to try and wait for Sweets to get to bed. Deciding to wait for him with my eyes closed, a little rest.

I feel the bed dip beside me, my eyes opening to see Sweets getting into bed shirtless, hair damp, the smell of his body wash filling the air.

“I’ve missed you.” I cry slightly as Sweets pulls me closer to him.

“I’ve missed you too baby, I miss my little family so much.” Sweets sniffles as I hold him tight, sniffling as well.

“Shh baby, lets sleep.” Sweets coos as I snuggle into the comfort of my husband, savouring every moment I have with Sweets before he hits the road again.

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 4 years ago

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Fangs//i bet you're real sweet with her

Request: You my friend are the queeen 👑 of songfics. Any chance you would want to write a fic for the song Bitter by Fletcher? With any of my boys Malachai/Reggie/Fangs/Pea you can choose 😘

hey! brit! @wayward-river this is for you, my love! enjoy! also, this is the last request i have! i did it!! well done me!! requests will be open soon, so keep your eyes peeled!

The world may have moved on and evolved, but when you’re stuck in Riverdale, it feels like you’re still in the same unknown decade, no matter how long you stay for.

Four years after graduation, you’re still waiting tables at Pop’s, despite the rest of your friends moving on. The only people left behind is you, Toni, Sweet Pea and Fangs. But what was once known the four musketeers, now has a huge divide between them.

You still talk to Toni, but she talks more with Fangs. You and Fangs don’t talk to each other anymore due to a very messy ending of an almost six year relationship. Sweet Pea and Fangs only really talk to each other when they have to. Sweet Pea’s pissed because of what Fangs did to you, despite you telling him that you don’t want to be the reason they fall out, but he still sticks by your side. And Fangs is pissed at him for taking your side.

Toni and Sweet Pea are still close but not as much as they used to be. The only plus side is the fact that you and Sweet Pea are closer than before, but that comes at a cost, because he’s stuck in between the messiest breakup in Riverdale history, and there’s nothing he can really do except sit and listen to you complain.

Not that he minds though, as long as you keep giving him secret staff discount on his food, he’s fine listening to you mope about Fangs.

“I just-” You sigh, your head dropping to rest on the table. The clock ticks above you and you can feel some of the other waitresses glaring at you, as they will time to move quicker so they can have their own breaks. “Do you know when you’re on the outside of an inside joke? And everyone else knows it but you have no idea what they’re talking about and it makes you feel really lonely.”

“Lime.” He chuckles and you stare at him confused. “Sorry, you weren’t there.”

“That doesn’t help Sweet Pea.” You slump in the stool and stare out of the coffee machine.

In the reflection you see a group of teenagers sat at the far end of the diner and you’re taken back to when that used to be you. You and the rest of the serpents would sit for hours, just talking and eating. Now those days are far gone, the only time you would ever be in the same place as Fangs would be to fight him.

“Hey. Sorry to interrupt.” An older woman invades your thoughts and casts a shadow over you. You pull your gaze away from the shiny metal and stare up at her. “I really wanted Coke but you guys only seem to have Pepsi.”

“I’m on my break sorry.” You force a smile. The rehearsed customer service voice coming out naturally. “But I’m sure one of my colleagues would be more than happy to help.” You add and point to the various members of staff trying to look busy. You glare at the newest member, Emma, who has the coldest eyes and fakest smile you have ever seen. She’s been a pain in your ass since she got here, and she hasn’t stopped since. You’re just hoping the new girl starting today is going to be a lot nicer.

“Ughhh.” You groan and lean your head on the counter again. “I just remembered I’m training a new girl today.”

“I thought you’d just done that.”

“I have.” You grumble and look up at him. “But because I’m the most experienced member of staff, apparently it’s also my job to make sure they don’t put tea in the coffee machine and to keep the condiments separate.” You add and fiddle with the salt packet lying in front of you.

“Well, I’m gonna be here for a little bit longer. I don’t start till three, so I can keep you company.”

“Thanks.” You smile. “Where are you going today?”

“Just to Greendale and back.”

“Come round when you finish...we can drink what will be left of the night away.”

“Deal.” He smiles and grabs your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sweet Pea’s phone lights up beside you and you peer over his arm to see who it is.

“Don’t bother.” You say when he reaches for it. “It’s just your mom.” You add when he looks at you confused and his face soon falls.

“Oh.” He grumbles. “I told her to leave me alone.”

“I’m sure she’ll get the message soon.” You try your best to sound convincing. But you’ve been repeating that sentence for seven years and she still doesn’t seem to get it. No matter how many times Sweet Pea tells her that he’s better off without her.

For a while you thought it had worked. Nobody had heard from her in almost 6 months, but then she popped back up and ruined the progress that Sweet Pea had been making of having a stable life.

“And if not. I’ll make sure she does.” You add making him snort a laugh. A soft smile twitches at your own lips as you watch him laugh and then shove a few fries in his mouth. Your hand reaches out to steal some but he catches it and shoves you away making you pout. “Hey! Technically I paid for those. The least you can do is share.”

“What?” He asks through a mouthful of food and you pull a face. “I can’t hear you over the chewing.” He adds and shoves the rest of them in his mouth.

“You’re disgusting.” You shake you head making him laugh loudly. For a good minute, everything feels normal. It feels like you’re just sat with your friend and praying for time to slow down so you don’t have to go back to work.

But eventually time does catch up with you, and as soon as the clock strikes quarter past you have to haul yourself back up, grab your rag and get on. The song on the jukebox flips and you’re suddenly hit with a wave of nostalgia.

The opening notes float through the air, and all of sudden you can see you and Fangs dancing right in front of you.

3am in December during a snowstorm. The worst Riverdale had seen for years and the two of you were hiding in the warmth of Pop’s until it went away. You were the only ones in and so Fangs decided to make the most out of the empty diner, and the two of you danced stupidity around the entire place, much to the amusement of the very bored and very tired workers.

Tears spring to your eyes and you let out a shaky breath before fiddling with your fingers.

“Y/n?” Sweet Pea asks. “You okay?” You nod and Sweet Pea stares back at you. Your shiny eyes and wobbly lip really doesn’t help your case of ‘i’m over it!’, but for now he decides to leave it. In the three months since you broke up, you’ve already cried more times than he can count, and that’s just at work. He doesn’t want to see you cry again. If he had his way, you’d never cry again. Not ever.

“I’m fine. I know you think I’m stupid but it’s just how I feel.” You shrug and his expression softens. He grabs your hand, stopping you from walking away and you look at your intwined fingers.

“I have never once thought you were stupid.” He says seriously and you swallow thickly. “Well, apart from the time I dared you to steal FP’s bike and you actually did it.” He adds, the atmosphere being too serious for the two of you.

“I never got caught though.” You point your pen at him, a smile curling the corners of your lips and Sweet Pea smiles back at you.

“It was still stupid.” He replies and you roll your eyes.

“Hey, Pea?” You ask. “Do you know if Fangs is with anybody. I just, I can’t shake the feeling that somebody else is in my shoes right now. You know, doing all of the stuff we used to do.”

“I don’t think so.” He shrugs and you nod slowly.

“Good.” You nod and hold your head higher. “I’m the best he’s ever going to have anyway.” You add making him chuckle.

“Very true.” He laughs. “Y/n? Do you think you might be-I dunno, maybe just a bit bi-”

“I’m not bitter.” You defend and he sends you a look.

“Sure you’re not.” He sips his coffee. “You are dressed in yellow though. And what fruit is yellow?”

“A le-”

“A lemon!” He interrupts, a stupid grin taking over his expression as waits for you to answer.

“Okay.” You nod and grab your notepad from the table. “I’m walking away now. There you go Emma, you can sneak out the back to text a man that is definitely not your husband.

“Oh, hi.” Someone taps your shoulder as you’re walking away making you quickly spin around. The girls almost walks into you and a string of apologies fall from her mouth as she quickly looks around to make sure no one saw.

Her brown hair stops at her waist and curls a little bit near the end. Her bright blue eyes sparkle under the florescent lighting, and her pink lips curl into a nervous smile as she looks around. You glance at Sweet Pea and roll your eyes when you see him not so subtly checking her out.

“Can I help?” You ask and she quickly looks back at you, a bright red blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Yes. Hi, sorry. I’m Olivia. I start today.” She says and sticks her hand out in front of you. You shake it and send a glare to Sweet Pea who is still checking her out and he rolls his eyes at you before scrolling through his phone.

“Lovely to meet you Olivia.” You smile. “Follow me and I’ll show you the ropes.”

“I would so not mind seeing either of you with ropes.” Sweet Pea mumbles and you grit your teeth.

“Would you excuse me for just a second?” She nods, eyes wide as she watches you slap Sweet Pea over the head with the rag. He jumps and yelps from the sudden attack before rubbing his head and scowling at you. “Okay, where were we?” You ask, a smile returning to her lips as she just stares at you in disbelief. “It’s fine. We’re friends.” You shrug and walk her to the counter.

“It doesn’t make it okay!” Sweet Pea shouts.

“Do you want your bill yet...your full one?” You add and he slumps back in his seat, his arms crossed in defeat.

“Okay, so do you have any waitressing experience?”

“Yes!” She smiles. “I used to work in a diner like this one back in New York.” She says and your eyes widen at the mention of New York.

“Oh, so you’re an out of towner?” You ask while showing her around. “This is the kitchen. Basically you get an order, you clip it on there and then the food will come through here. The only time we ever really need to go into the kitchen is if there is a mistake or it’s your turn to put the bins out. There’s a rota in the office but I’ll show you that later.”

“Got it.” She nods. “Yeah. I moved here a few months ago. I’ve been trying to find a job since I moved but there’s only so much you can do in a small town.” She explains and you nod knowingly.

“Why would you ever leave New York for Riverdale. Did you get lost or something?” You tease and she rolls her eyes playfully.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I came here just as a little break to get away from the city, and then I met a guy and I haven’t been back.” She says and your eyes widen.

“You stayed for a boy?” You ask in disbelief and she nods, with an embarrassed smile. “Wow.” You add. “This is the main eating area as you can see. We all have our sections, again, the rota, but you’ll be paired with me for today so you won’t need to know where you are until your next shift. And be warned, if you see him-” You point at Sweet Pea and he waves in return. “Ignore everything he says.” You finish and his face falls.

“I’m gonna stop keeping you company if you’re not careful.” He huffs and you roll your eyes.

“How else are you going to spend your free time if not here?” He shrugs and spins around the chair. When you had more friends, you used to need a booth to fit all of you in and even then you had to steal chairs from other tables. Now Sweet Pea just sits on the stools by the till so he can chat to you.

Sometimes when it’s late and you’re nearing the end of a long shift, you’re sure you can see the ghosts of past versions of yourselves sat in the corner booth. Their laugher filling the air and reminding you of a happier time.

“You guys are a cute couple.” Olivia coos and you and Sweet Pea stare at each other in disgust.

“We are not a couple.” You say quickly and distance yourself away from him.

“You would be lucky to be called my girlfriend.” He says and making you laugh.

“Yeah, I’m really missing out.” You reply. “We’re not a couple.” You repeat, looking at Olivia this time and she nods while trying to suppress a smile.

“Got it. Not a couple.”

“Anyway, tell us about this man that seemingly turned your world upside down.”

“He’s amazing!” She starts and you suddenly start to regret asking. This is definitely not going to help the ever growing feeling that you’re going to be alone forever. “He recently got a new job as a truck driver. At the minute he’s just doing to make some money, but it’s not what he wants to do. And he got a new little flat with his friend and it’s great. He’s an amazing cook...like the best. And he’s so handsome. Sometimes I look at him and I seriously wonder if he was crafted by God himself. He is that good, he has made me believe in God.”

“...wow.” You choke a little.

“Yeah...wow.” Sweet Pea adds and the two of you share an impressed look. She chuckles shyly and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.

“He sounds sweet.” You smile and a blush creeps up her neck as she fiddles with her apron. “Who is he? Maybe I know him.”

“Fangs. Fangs Fogarty.” She replies and your jaw drops. The cup in your hand wobbles and you scramble to catch it before it smashes on the floor. Olivia quickly moves forward to help you, but you stand up before she has the chance and she’s left awkwardly standing just a bit too close to you.

Sweet Pea coughs and coffee dribbles down his chin, making both of you look at him and he forces a smile until Olivia is called away. You and Sweet Pea stare at each other for a few seconds, your eyes wide and jaws slack and then you both start an incoherent flow of words as you try and figure out what the hell is going on.

“I thought you said Fangs wasn’t seeing anyone!” You start and slap him over the head with your rag again. He ducks and catches it, but his face crinkles when he comes in to contact with the soggy fabric and he quickly drops it.

“He said he wasn’t!” He argues. “I asked him the other day if he was seeing anyone and he said no. It’s not my fault he lied.” He adds and you huff at him, crossing your arms while staring at the door.

From your peripheral, you watch him roll his eyes and sigh before mumbling a quiet sorry.

“It’s fine.” You sigh. “It’s not your fault.” The two of you watch her make her wander around the restaurant and talking to a few of the other servers, the smile never leaving her lips and a scowl slowly makes its way onto your own. “If I were her I would start packing my bags already because we all know Fangs does not do commitment. It doesn’t matter if its two months or six years, one day he will just up and leave, turning your whole life upside down because he’s a selfish di-”

“Okayyyy.” He says and grabs your arm pulling you over the counter. “Y/n, listen to me.” He grabs your cheeks. “You have got to pull yourself together. One. you are much hotter than her. Seriously, I only checked her out once and that was when she first got here. But I check you out literally every time you walk into a room.”

“Than-”

“Two. Now that it’s official that Fangs has moved on, it means that you can too and you don’t look like the bad person because he did it first. So Friday night, you’re going to get dressed up and then we’re gonna go to Greendale and go to that club, Brightstars and then you’re gonna get bu-”

“You don’t need to finish that sentence.” You reply and he nods proudly before letting go. You drop back onto the floor and smooth your uniform out.

It’s fine, you got this. You can be the bigger person and you can put any petty differences aside for an easy working environment. Fangs has already ruined enough of your life, he doesn’t need to ruin this to.

Apparently he does though, because not two seconds after you’ve had that life-altering thought, does he walk through the doors of Pop’s. The bell rings to announce his presence and everyone turns to look at him.

Sweet Pea buries his head in a menu, despite having already eaten. You frantically look around the place to try and find somewhere to hide, but instead you just watch as Olivia’s face lights up as she greets her boyfriend. The two of them kiss, his hands grip her waist and there is far too much tongue involved to be doing it in public.

Before you can stop yourself, a disgusted expression has already settled on your face and when Olivia turns around to introduce you to him, you try your best to smile through it.

“Do you guys know each other?” She asks while leading him over to the counter. Sweet Pea shuffles further away and grabs another menu to cover his face. You mumble a few curse words at him and vow than the next break you’re not just going to hit him with the rag, you’re going to choke him with it before you muster the politest smile you possibly can.

“Yeah. We went to school together!” You say before Fangs can say anything. He looks at you surprised and you narrow your eyes at him before looking back at Olivia. “We all did. Didn’t we Pea.” You add and snatch the menu’s from him.

He sits up straighter, forcing an awkward smile before nodding slowly.

“Yeah, we-er. We used to hang out.” He adds and Olivia looks at Fangs surprised.

“You never mentioned a Y/n and a-”

“Sweet Pea.” He says and you grab the empty plate and glass from in front of him.

“Wait, is it because they’re friends with that crazy ex you told me about?” She wonders and you freeze. You raise an eyebrow at him and he gulps. “Fangs used to date this girl and they were together for a really long time, but then he broke up with her because well, I guess he just wanted other things. She was crying and begging him to stay and it was a whole mess. Funny story we met when he was throwing away all her old furniture. I asked him what the smoke was about and he told me he was just burning some bad memories.” She laughs and the glass breaks under your grip. The noise causes you all to jump and suddenly it’s all too much.

Tears spring to your eyes and you quickly dump the apron on the counter.

“I’m gonna go clean this, can you cover for me Pea?” You ask and he stands, his face full of concern as he watches you disappear out the back.

Olivia grabs a dustpan and brush and starts cleaning up while Fangs just stares at the floor. Guilt burrows further into his chest as he stares at the broken glass and his new girlfriend cleaning it up.

“I didn’t mean to upset her.” She says. “Where they friends or something?” She asks and Sweet Pea shrugs.

“Yeah, something like that.” He sends Fangs a glare.

“I’ll go see if she’s okay.” He says suddenly and Sweet Pea’s glare only worsens.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” He asks.

“Nope.” He takes a deep breath before following you through the kitchen and into the office. The door swings open and you sigh, too busy trying to pick glass from your hand to look up at it.

“I’m fine Sweet Pea. Could you just pass me the first aid box?”

“Here.” Fangs says and you quickly look up, your eyes widen at the dark haired boy standing in front of you. They soon darken once you snatch the box from him and place it on the desk.

“What do you want Fangs?”

“I’m sorry.” He kneels in front of you, forcing you to look at him. The already small office feels suddenly a lot smaller once you look into his eyes and suddenly you feel like you can’t breathe.

“For what? For breaking my heart, betraying my trust or for telling your new girlfriend, which you found after just a month, that I’m somehow the bad guy in this story?”

“Ye-”

“You know what Fangs.” You stand and slam the box on the table. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear about you or your new life or how sorry you are. I don’t give a fuck.” You shout and back him into a corner.

His eyes drop to your lips and your breath hitches under his stare. Was he really thinking about kissing you after everything? But even worse, were you really thinking about letting him? His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer to him and your lips ghost over his own.

“Do you think about me when you kiss her?” You whisper in his ear and he nods slowly. “Do you think she can taste me when you kiss her?” You add and his eyes flutter closed. The grip on your hips tighten and he leans in, but the door swings open and he quickly jumps away from you.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Olivia apologises awkwardly. “Are you guys okay?”

“Just arguing.” You reply and force a smile. “We’re good now though aren’t we Fangs?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Just fine.”

“Come on Olivia. Tell your boyfriend to get out because we have work to do.” You say and smile at the two of them. They share a look and a short kiss before Fangs disappears back through the kitchen.

You follow closely and watch from the kitchen door as he looks back one last time before leaving. Olivia forces a tight lipped smile at you before busying herself with cleaning some of the booths down.

“Sweet Pea?” You ask and he hums in reply. “You’re right...I am bitter.”

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pineapple-coco · 4 years ago

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Ordinary (song fic)

Before you start (BB) is best boy so you can insert your favourite Twisted Wonderland boy, mc is also gender neutral. Song is from the Owl House. It’s also my first song fic so if it sucks I’m sorry.

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Walking to Ramshackle with (BB) and Grim, as all three of them had a lovely conversation. As (BB) looks at mc with such love in his eyes as he laughs at one of the magicless human jokes. As mc walks in Ramshackle with Grim they say their goodbyes until the movie night. As mc close the door they let out a sigh as the hit their head on the door.

I notice how he looks at me

But I pretend that I don’t see

It’s easier if I let the tension subside

As mc picked up the novel they were reading, as time passed they got closer to the ending of the book. As they finished reading “And they lived happily ever after.” They had thrown the book half way across the room and it opened to a random page. Mc sat up and petted Grim as he slept peacefully. At they stood up to get the book the thought of (BB) filled their head with the ending of the book.

I’ve seen it in the books I read

A magic you cannot see

There’s no limitations

They were it with pride

But the charters I read, never act or look like me

I can’t depend on ‘em to lead me through the right door

Mc picked up the book and put it back on the shelf were it belongs, then headed for their room. Walking in their room they sat at the small table that was littered with papers and books. The perfect got to work finding away home along with trying to ignore the thought of (BB) that plagued their mind. Soon memories of home started to fill their minds. The school they went to where they could disappear into the crowds and find their friends. Talking simply could mess up the simplest words and being ordinary was hard to do.

And what’s the point of falling when I know I’m only stalling?

‘Cause I have to go back home

Where I’m just one of the herd

Tripping over my words

Trying hard to go with the grain

Keeping the quirks in my brain

I’m on the brink of discovery, I think

But what if I’m dreaming?

That’s what it seems like

Hearing a knock at Ramshackle snapped the lost human out of their thoughts. Running down the stairs they stoped in the hallway looking at the door, as thoughts of one day leaving them alone as they would have to leave to go back home. Slowly walking towards the door they put their hands that was shaking on the door handle, then slowly opened it.

‘Cause this boy thinks I’m part of his world

And that new territory is scary

If I turn the handle, am I asking for a scandal?

Should I try to be ordinary?

As (BB) walks in holding some snacks he smiles at Mc not knowing he was causing their heart beat to become much faster. “Let’s go to the main room,” Mc said trying their hardest to sound normal. The duo headed to the common room as (BB) asks, “so what movie are we watching?”

“I couldn’t pick so who about you pick a movie?”

“How about (Random movie title)?”

“Ok that sounds good.”

In the middle of the movie (BB) moved closer to mc.

“This is a good movie... right?”

“Yes it is.”

“Goooood.”

Baaah!

I’ve always been a little odd

The only pea inside the pod

That’s not an expression, I’m guessing

Oh well

The next day you were walking to class with Grim. Looking to see (BB) talking with someone, he also looks up to make eye contact with the love sick perfect. Sending a smile that made the perfect breath become caught in their throat. Quickly they turn around and hurry to a bathroom leaving Grim behind.

See? That’s exactly what I mean

I’m just as awkward as I seem

Plus, he make me nervous

I hope he can’t tell

Splashing some cool water on their face as their hands shack with every movement, letting out the air that the young human chocked on. Raising their head to look in the mirror thoughts of home filled their head. The smell of (favourite dinner), the awkwardness you would face when the teacher randomly called on them (it hasn’t changed). Home all my wants is to go home.

What is it he sees, in this cluster clump of me?

Or, could it be I’m going crazy?

Any hey? Who am I kidding?

This isn’t some sweet beginning

Just a detour to the end!

Then back to the herd

Tripping over my words

Trying hard to go with the grain

Keeping the quirks in my brain

I’m on the brink of discovery, I think

But what if I’m dreaming?

After the morning meeting mc started to avoid (BB) thinking if they ignore him the feelings will go away and he will get use to not having them around. It was harder then they thought along with the feeling of emptiness the envied the magicless student heart. After school they sat looking out the window at the stars, putting a hand over their heart tears slowly fell from their eyes filled with loneliness.

Do I rewind? Induce amnesia?

Pretend I didn’t see him?

Succumb to stupid fear?

Or just believe in my heart?

All of the time that they didn’t get to hang out, realization of the past from their world. Mc had never fitted in before it was hard to be ‘normal’ according to society, Twisted Wonderland was the first time they have ever felt ‘normal’. No one judge people based on weird quirks that people may have. Picking up their phone they sent a text message to (BB).

Mc- Hey come to Ramshackle I want to tell you something

Why play a part?

Why follow the herd?

Why not trust in my words?

Don’t wanna go with the grain!

Why try to make myself plain?

I’m on the brink of rediscovery, I think

(BB): Sure, I’ll come to Ramshackle. What is the reason?

Mc- Doesn’t matter just come!

(BB): Ok, on my way.

A smile appeared on the perfects face as they raced to the bathroom to wash their tear stained face. As they shook practiced what they were going to say in their head a knock could be heard through out the ran down dorm. The human seemed to jump and run through air until their feet hit the ground, but that was only until they got to the stairs. Taking a deep breath they started down the stairs o the door.

So what if I’m dreaming?

I like the scene that I’m in!

And this boy is apart of this world

The thought of being normal is far more scary

Opening the door (BB) stood their look worried. “Is everything ok?” He asked in a worried tone.

“Yes everything is fine.”

“Then way were you avoiding me all day today?”

“I just thought if I ignore the feeling it would go away.”

“Ignore what feeling? That doesn’t really answer my question.”

“I’m going to leave soon... so I just wanted you to get use to me not being here.”

“Leave? Your not going anywhere, are you Mc?”

“I don’t belong here.. but I just can’t go without you knowing how I truly feeling.”

The magicless perfect tool a deep breath in and looked at (BB) dead in the eyes.

I’ll be brave and I’ll be kind

I’ll make a choice and change my mind

I will mess up all the time

They’ll say I’m weird but I’ll be fine

I’ll be anything but ordinary!

“All I want to say is that I love you.”

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blissfulparker · 5 years ago

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Tattooed heart—T.H

parings: tattoo Artist!Tom x innocent!reader

warnings: sexual themes, fluff, tension

summary: you wanna prove to your friends that the innocent girl can be bad too. so what not a better way to get a tattoo, especially one in a more promiscuous place? what better way to do it by then the cute badboy tattoo artist who loves to flirt?

A/N: I do not plan on making a part two but I am willing to do blurbs about tattoo artist!tom or maybe a different fic like this one but about meeting the parents or whatnot or the reader getting a tattoo without tom knowing. let me know what you guys think!!!! also thank you to my best friend @thollandss for this amazing moodboard!!!

“It only pinches.”

“Mine took like two seconds!”

“It would look cute!”

All words said by your friends about their own tattoos and how you should get one. You never really thought about them until you watched your friends get some, you skipped the matching tattoo idea and just watched. Even though the tattoo artist was cute and tried really hard for you to get one.

So you started to look, look for ideas. In your head, tattoos were meaningful. Tattoos were supposed to be something that would mean something in the long run like a family name or a symbol of something that brought you happiness. And that’s what you wanted, something sweet and meaningful.

The other thing you had to think of was your parents, they were somewhat strict even if you were reaching your twenties. Tattoos were always forbidden along with drinking, smoking, not going to college, and plenty of other rules to keep you the ‘perfect child’. So if you were going to get a tattoo it was to keep it hidden.

After weeks of hunting and thinking, you found one. A small heart right under the girls boob. It looked painful, but it was cute and something you could hide—unlike your friends who had theirs on their wrists or somewhere visible.

You worried maybe it was too much, a stupid idea to get a heart. Maybe you should think it over some more and get something better, something more meaningful. But a heart was innocent, very simple and innocent.

The neon sign lights up nearly half of the street. It was stupid to do this on your own, maybe you should’ve gone with a friend but you also wanted it to be a surprise. Proving the innocent girl could be bad sometimes too.

“You’re back!” The British voice comes closer to the front. You’re nervous, how could you not be? it’s your first tattoo and the last time you were poked with a needle was for a flu shot.

“I guess I am.” You put your hands in your pockets out of nerves. Scared of the buzzing in the other rooms.

“Where’s Maggie?” He asked for your friend, the girl that knew him in the first place and dragged you all here. She worked for tom for about a year before quitting and going somewhere else.

“I-Uh no maggie, just me if that’s okay?” You ask fully willing to leave if he wanted you to.

“Just you?” He looks at you confused and you nod. Then he notices how nervous you are and grows a smirk. A soft sly smirk that was powerful.

“Yup.” You swallow hard. “I saw this,” you fumble with your phone and open the photos to show him the heart. “And I wanted to get it.” You didn’t know how to properly ask for a tattoo, were you supposed to print it? Were you supposed to email it? Make an appointment?

He holds the phone closer to his face and sees the heart. His mouth drops a little when he sees where it’s located.

“Same location and everything?” It’s not meant sexually, he’s dealt with piercing nipples, but you were a little different to him.

“Yes.” You bite down on your lip nervous. He nods as he writes down your name and gets you ready.

“Never took you as the girl to get a tattoo.” He says as he pulls a contract out. “I just need you to sign.” He pushes it over and you give a confused look. “To prove to me you’re not drunk doing this.”

You sigh away willingly knowing everything it says because of last time. You swallow hard once again as you follow tom into one of the back rooms to get set up.

“You want music or no?” He asks and you nod. He turns up the radio and gets his gloves on and starts to set things up. You lay on the bench and get yourself comfortable, or at least try to.

“Does it hurt?” You ask the most basic question and tom laughs.

“Depends sweet pea, you hate needles?” He asks back and you shrug. “Then a little. But tell me when to stop and I’ll kiss it away.” He plays off with a wink as he teases.

Tom was a flirt, the biggest one you knew. He was just that type of person but you didn’t take it personally ever. But something was different about him tonight, his personality was different.

“Go ahead and lift up your shirt.” He moves to get ink ready and when he turns back your shirt is all the way off, you’re left in a black bra and an innocent look. “Y-You didn’t have to take it off all the way.” He clears his throat. “But it always helps.” He gains back his confidence and gets the needle out. He sees you tense up and he places a hand on your arm.

“Hey,” he looks at you sincerely. “Relax, tell me if it’s too much, we can take a break okay?” He reminds you and you nodded.

“Can I hold onto you?” You ask him. Normally the answer would be no, he didn’t know his Patients that well and plus it could hurt more if you tensed. But he wanted you to hold onto him.

“Of course.” He turns on the gun after he’s got the picture on you. Your grip gets tighter as he places the first mark on you.

You flinch a little, but soon you start to accept the pain. Realizing you can trust tom with what he’s doing.

“Do we need a break?” He asks and you shake your head wanting the pain to just be completely done.

“No,” you tell him still holding on. “Did you do your own tattoos?” You ask him seeing all the different ones he had. He apparently had more on his chest but those were just Maggie’s words.

“Only the ones I could reach.” He focused. “But other than that no, I’ve had them done by other people.” He doesn’t realize he places his hand on your boob to move it up slightly, push the breast out of his way but feel it in his hands. “Sorry.” He speaks as he still focuses.

“Did Maggie ever…” you ask about your friend who spent late nights here with tom all the time, so you let your mind wander—and almost get jealous—of all the things done here.

“Have sex with me? No.” He states bluntly and you heat up. he’s nearly finished, the tattoo was small and simple without much detail.

“I meant give you a tattoo…” you bite your lip and he looks up this time red.

“Sorry, sorry!” He feels like an idiot for what he just said about probably one of your best friends. “Yes, Once, it’s one on my leg. It was just for practice though. I got it removed almost a year ago because I didn’t really like it.” He says. “Sorry about that by the way, it’s just Maggie…”

“Likes to spread rumors I know. She told me she was drunk and you two hooked up but that’s none of my business.” You feel a form of anger in your stomach, maybe jealousy? You didn’t know.

“It’s not true, I’m not really into girls like Maggie.” He admits. Girls who were wild, outrageous, liked tattoos and parties he was not into? That confused you.

“Are you almost done?” You ask realizing how tight your grip is and how red the skin is.

“Why babydoll we need a break?” He looks up concerned and you shake your head ‘no’. “We’re almost finished, hang in there.”

“Why do you like tattoos a lot?” You asked trying to get to know him outside of the party life he showed himself. You’ve only met him in those ways, parties, tattoos, never really knew his other interests.

“I kinda just like art, my mother passed away when I was young and so my first tattoo was dedicated to her. Then I just went from there.” He tells and you give him a sad look.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologize and he shakes his head.

“Don’t be, its not your fault.” He didn’t mind talking about it, he was just sick of people being sorry. “And….done.” He removes the gun. You realize it wasn’t that long, maybe only 30 minutes that felt like eternity.

He helps you up and helps you over to the mirror. You look at the small heart and realize how pretty it is, how it’s perfect. He smiles at his work and then smiles looking at you.

“Do you like it?” He asks and you nod biting your lip.

“I love it! Thank you so much tom.” You turn around to him with an excited look. You wanna hug him but you know that would be awkward.

“No need for me to kiss away the pain?” He teases once again and you feel yourself heat up. Maybe the tattoo was giving you confidence, maybe it was making you rebel in your head.

“I mean it still kind of hurts.” You watch him smirk a little as he grabs a few more things to patch it up.

He comes closer to you again and watches you lift up your breast again so he can patch it up. He’s close, dangerously close. His body almost press against yours and maybe you want to take the step to kiss him but that would be wrong.

“Does mommy and daddy know you got this?” He teases a little remembering last time how you were here saying you couldn’t get a tattoo because your parents will kill you.

“No.” You feel small again. He’s making himself feel bigger and you feel smaller and you didn’t know if you liked it or not.

“Hmph.” He hums as he patches it up. “Naughty girl.” He teases some more and then is done.

He makes sure it’s nice and secured before looking at you with dark eyes. “Still need me to kiss away that pain princess?” He says more seriously and he can’t move or speak. It’s like he’s got you in a trap and you’re stuck.

He doesn’t say anything else, just moves back from you and hands you your sweater.

You’re quiet as he walks you out, almost no words spoke but the tension was so loud. He got you to the front and you got out your wallet.

“65.07.” He tells you and you hand him your card. It’s quiet as he does he exchange and then hands it back to you with your Receipt.

The receipt has a number scribbled on the bottom, his number for you to call. You don’t even know what you’d say but you wanted to text him for sure. Definitely wanted to see him for sure even if it’d shock your friends and make your parents mad. Something about him excited you.

He hands you a care book knowing you’d probably read it very carefully so he didn’t take the time to explain it. He gave you one more look before he you were ready to go.

“Thank you again, Goodnight tom.” You wave as you leave.

“Goodnight peach.” He watches you leave.

As you get out back into your car you sigh in relief. You can still see the inside of shop and how he’s going to the back once again. You pull out your phone and type in the number hesitating if you should text so soon. You don’t even know what you’d say if he answered.

So, will the next time we meet be over tattoos again?

You send with a feeling of nerves throughout your body. You throw your phone in the seat next to you and pull out of the driveway.

Only if you want that peach, I was thinking more a beer but I’m not sure if you’re into that

You see the notification and feel yourself heat up knowing that wasn’t the last time you’d see Tom. And maybe that wouldn't be the last time his hands were on your body.

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xserpentlife · 5 years ago

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7 Months

Requested: Yes: Could you possibly do a reader x Sweet Pea? Where the reader is Reggie little sister and she's dating Sweet pea and he finds out? Maybe a little angsty and fluffy?

A/N: Thankyou to my favorite human and beta @wayward-river she helped me so much with this fic, so much so we actually co-wrote it. At first I had no inspiration and she helped me so much and gave me inspiration

Warning: a few fight scenes, guns scene from riverdale w/ archie.

You laid back against Sweet Pea as he mindlessly drew shapes on your arms while the TV played, you didn’t even remember what movie you had put in as your mind was in overdrive lately. Sweet Pea had won you over seven months ago. Seven months of pure happiness yet no one knew.

“Pea?”

“Hmm pretty girl?”

“Do you care that no one knows?” You picked at your nails as you stared at the wall in front of you. His hands stopped moving.

“No.” he paused as his hands started to draw circles again. “Do I wish I could take you out and show you off? Yeah, I hate that I have to pretend that I don’t know you at school-” His words were cut off as the trailer door began opening, you jumped forward as you tried to scramble to run to the bathroom but it was too late, neither of you had any warning as Fangs and Toni waltzed into the small living room.

Fangs and Toni stood as they stared at the both of you mouths agape. “What, how, when?” It seems like Fangs couldn’t even form a full sentence.

You ducked your head as you gave a small wave.

“Guys do you uh know…”

“Y/N Mantle… yeah we do.”

“Cool everyone knows everyone.” Sweet Pea tried his best to play everything off.

“Nu-uh, how long have you two lovebirds been cuddled up.”

“First off Fogarty, how weird are you? Second uh, well...”

“Seven months.” You finished for him as you glanced a look up.

“You kept a secret from me for seven months?”

“Fangs I had to.”

“I asked him too, you uh both know who my older brother is… and we’d appreciate it if he doesn’t find out… yet.”

Toni folded her arms across her chest “How do we know this isn’t some ploy you and your southside hating brother has come up with?”

“She would never do that Toni, and I love you like a sister but don’t ever talk to her like that, she is nothing like her idiot brother”

“Pea!”

“Sorry babe, but it’s true…”

“I know, but you don’t have to say it out loud” you pushed him slightly, a chuckle coming out of him, and the smile that made you fall so quick. “Do you guys wanna watch the movie with us?”

“Yes!”

“Fangs chill you’re like a lost puppy”

“Pea be nice!”

“Sorry they interrupted our cuddle sesh and I don’t appreciate it, but you guys can stay cause y/n offered” You drug him to the couch sitting down throwing your legs over his lap and cuddled into his side as Toni took the chair and Fangs leaned up against the side while sitting on the floor.

After a few hours of you mainly sleeping on the side of the couch, Sweet Pea had decided to take you home, you had tried to protest, telling him you’d just stay over but he wouldn’t risk it without a good cover, normally he’d want to piss off the older Mantle but looking at you he just wanted to protect your happiness.

Sweet Pea pulled his truck to the side of the road a block away from your house, he never chanced taking the bike when he wanted to take you home. You shivered as you slid across the seat to kiss him goodnight.

Goosebumps erupted on your arms as his hands rubbed up and down them. “Babe you’re freezing.” Sweet Pea reached into the back pulling out one of his flannels.

You took the flannel not even thinking about where you were headed. It was warm and smelled like him. Woodsy smoke and vanilla, almost like how your clothes smell after a bonfire. You leaned forward placing a quick peck to his cheek. “I’ll text you when I’m behind the enemy lines.”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes as he gently pushed you out of the truck, watching you until you turned the corner, he never told you but he’d always inch the truck up slowly, making sure he made as little noise as possible to make sure you made it into your house safely.

You let out a content sigh as you walked into your house. Both of your parents' cars were gone, you thought you were pretty safe until you looked up into the questioning eyes of your older brothers.

“Hey Reg, what up bro?”

“What are you wearing?”

You looked down at yourself, your mind trying to calm you down. “Uhm a flannel?”

“You don’t wear flannels, I don’t wear flannels, and it looks a little big on you so I’d say that flannel belongs to a boy.”

You threw your hands up in mock surrender. “Oh you got me, it’s Jake’s we went for Pops and then went to the park and it’s chilly, he was a perfect gentleman. You should be proud at least one of your bulldogs has class.

Reggie watched you as you hurried up the stairs. He wasn’t quite sure if he believed you. You had been acting shady lately and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

You had texted Sweet Pea after school and had been around him and Fangs all afternoon. It was getting pretty late but you hadn’t wanted to go home so you decided to walk with them to the small convenience store for some popcorn and candy for the movie night you had planned, your parents and Reggie thinking you were in Greendale at a friends house.

You walked beside them for a while until you focused on what looked like Archie tagging the side of a building. “What the fuck is he doing?”

At this point both boys had seen what had captured your attention. Sweet Pea and Fangs headed over.

“Hey what the hell are you doing?”

Archie glanced over, “Back off I’m not here for you.”

“Oh yeah? Then whose this message for huh?” Sweet Pea got closer as he shoved Archie.

Archie tried to move forward both Fangs and Sweet Pea stopped him. “This is Serpent Territory you can’t just come here and tag our turf, so why don’t you get your ass back to the Northside, before somebody gets hurt.”

Your eyes flickered back and forth between the two boys wildly. Why couldn’t both sides just get along?

“Get out of my way, or someone will get hurt.”

You had never heard Archie talk like that before. Why was he being like this?

At his words Sweet Pea pushed you back behind him farther as Fangs stepped over blocking your view entirely.

“You just made a big mistake.”

You could hear the click of Sweet Peas switchblade, you looked to the ground as your heart raced.

At this point everything was eerily silent. Until Sweet Pea and Fangs started backing up, Sweet Peas hands behind him making sure he wouldn’t run into you and you were still behind him protected and out of view.

“WHO MADE A MISTAKE!”

What was Archie on?

“C’mon let's go!” Sweet Pea turned making sure he was still blocking you as he mouthed the word run.

You never took Sweet Pea lightly so when he mouthed that with the worried look in his eyes you gave a slight nod as you tried to run away with them as silently as you could.

You stopped a few blocks away.

“What-did oh my goodness.” You put your hands on your knees as you bent down. Sweet Pea laid his hand on your back.

“Hey breathe, we’re okay. Everyone is okay.”

You listened to the sound of his voice as you took a few breaths, standing back up you assessed Sweet Pea. “Are..are you okay?”

“Me? Baby I’m good. I promise.” He paused as he looked to Fangs. “That redhead on the other hand, he’s in for it.”

You spent the rest of the night wrapped in Sweet Peas arms, he seemed to hold onto you just a little tighter.

Ever since the other night you didn’t like being away from Sweet Pea for very long and it had been a few days, you paced back and forth in your room trying to decide what to do. Your decision was made for you when you pulled out your found and hit his name. Instantly calming when you heard him answer.

“Hey babe can I come over?”

“Yeah, of course, I need to run out with Toni and Fangs though...Serpent stuff is happening”

“Be safe okay?”

“Of course princess, always gotta come home to you plus you’re waiting there for me, even more reason, I love you and I’ll see you in a bit”

You waited for a while, the last time you checked your watch an hour had gone by, an hour turned into two and two into two and a half, it drew the line for you. You were about to leave to go to the Wyrm terrified beyond belief of what could have happened to him. Pea was your world constantly making you smile when no one else could. You grabbed one of his hoodies and your keys about to walk out the door when it slammed open, you jumped back and grabbed the bat next to the counter, you shut your eyes ready to swing until you heard his voice.

“Baby it’s me!”

“Sorry I thought…” You looked up to a bloody and bruised Sweet Pea standing in front of you “What the fuck happened to you”

“There was a fight” You ran up to him placing a hand on his cheek as he leaned into you

“Go sit on the couch baby and I’ll get the washcloth and med box”

“Just come sit with me, just wanna have you close” You looked at him wanting so bad to help him clean up but you knew more than ever that right now all he wanted was you, so you helped him sit and then laid our head across his lap as he leaned down into your touch as your fingers raked through his hair and his moved up and down your leg.

“Tell me what happened, I wanna know Pea, Who did it to you Pea”

“Baby it’s not important…”

“Pea tell me…”

“I can’t”

“Pea. You promised me no secrets. We’re in this together.”

“Fine, it was your brother”

“My brother!” you sat straight up the news shocking you more than anything

“Did you just say my brother did this to you! I’m gonna kill him” You got up grabbing your keys, running out of the house. Pea tried to stop you before you could leave but he barely made it to the last step when you peeled out of the driveway.

You barged into your house slamming the door behind you, silently thankful that your parents were away on a business trip. You ran to the stairs yelling up, imaging Reggie was up there cleaning up his face. “Reginald!”

“Y/N what the fuck are you yelling about” you watched him come down the stairs, dabbing at his eyebrow with a washcloth. You walked up shoving him back

“What the fuck is wrong with you! I can’t fucking believe you”

“What…”

“Like fuck Reggie, I just don’t understand what goes through your fucking... “ Before you could get another word out the door behind you opened, and you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N leave it, it’s fine”

“No Pea it’s not fucking fine”

“What the fuck are you doing here snake, get the fuck out of my house”

“He doesn’t have to leave Reggie, you don’t have the fucking authority to make him, so stop while your fucking ahead or I won’t hesitate to make you bleed form your other eyebrow got it”

“y/n why the fuck are you defending him!”

“Because he’s my fucking boyfriend”

“I’m sorry what!”

“As in I am dating him”

“Yeah, I got that part, what the fuck do you mean you’re dating him!”

“Y/N just drop it, you’re never gonna change his opinion”

“Don’t fucking talk for her snake!” You watched Reggie barrel towards Sweet Pea, you stepped in front of him, quickly being knocked down by Reggie in the process.

“y/n I’m sorry!” Reggie stared at you as Pea reached down checking you out and helping you up, he whispered asking if you were all right before kissing the side of your head

“This is what happens Reggie! You care more about where someone comes from and how they are seen than who they are. Sweet Pea is a good guy, he takes care of me”

“There is no fuckin way he could do that Y/N, I’m sorry I pushed you, but he is a fucking snake, he’s in a fucking gang, I mean he fights people! He does bad shit, ask anyone! The Sheriff, Archie, anyone will tell you they are bad people”

“The ‘they’ you talk about…” Pea grabbed your hand speaking up.

“Listen we don’t have to agree on much, but I won’t let you drag her away from me. I love your sister, I protected her when we got a fucking gun pulled on us because of your dumbass of a best friend, , and I will prot…”

“Wait You were there when Archie went!”

“You knew Archie went to the Southside to pull a fucking gun!’

“No I didn’t know he pulled the gun til after the fact, but why didn’t you fucking tell me”

“Guess we both have that question for each other”

“How did he not know you were there, did he see you!”

“He didn’t see me… I was hanging out with Pea and some of our friends when they caught him tagging the wall, none of us expected him to pull a gun, Pea pushed me behind him to protect me”

Reggie looked between the both of you and then down to your hands that were intertwined. “You, uh.” You watched him take a breath, almost like he was preparing himself for something.

“You uh protected her? Before yourself?”

“Yeah?”

Reggie looked skeptical, “Why?”

“I love her, I’d protect her from anything. I hate seeing her upset and hurt and it’s been hard for her keeping this from you,”

“Did you decide that?” Reggie crossed his arms cutting Sweet Pea off.

“No, I didn’t.”

Reggie looked at you then. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I love you Reg, but you don’t see what I see and I know you take the brunt of mom and dad so maybe that’s why you have this built up hatred but I love Sweet Pea, I was scared to tell you because I didn’t want this to happen.” You motioned in between the both of them.

“Well he showed up looking for a fight.”

You scoffed. “Andrews pulled a gun. He had it coming.”

Reggie sighed. “Look, I can’t tell you I like this...I don’t but if you are happy... I can try. Don’t expect us to be friends though.”

You nodded your head as you wrapped your brother in a hug.

“That's all I ask. Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get out of here before mom and dad get home, there’s been enough excitement for one night.”

You grabbed Sweet Pea as you headed back out the door.

“I know that’s not how you pictured him finding out, but I’m glad it’s out now.”

You smiled as you stood on your tiptoes placing a kiss onto his cheek. “Yeah, me too.”

Sweet Pea gave a soft smile. “You staying with me tonight baby girl?”

“Yeah let’s go home.”

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kurokoros · 6 years ago

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move me, baby | sp

Title: move me, baby

Rated: T for the first four scenes. M for the last.

Words: 3314

Pairing: Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: Somehow, Sweet Pea starts calling you “baby”. The nature of the petname evolves.

AN: It’s been a hot minute since I wrote a reader insert fic, but here it is!

The bench beneath your back is uncomfortable. You shift again, waiting for the artist, an older Serpent named Micah, to finish prepping his station. Nervously, you twiddle your thumbs, chewing at your lower lip. Already you’ve begun to fidget and the tattoo gun isn’t even out yet.

And really, you shouldn’t be as nervous as you are. You’ve seen Micah’s work before and know he’s a damn good artist. It’s not like he would be doing the Serpent’s tattoos if he wasn’t. Besides, you grew up on the Southside. It’s practically criminal that you made it this long without getting one, even if you aren’t a Serpent yourself.

“Oh, come on,” Sweet Pea huffs, causing your gaze to snap to his. He glances down at you in irritation, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Don’t be such a baby. It’s just a tattoo.”

You roll your eyes at the tall, gruff Serpent. Of course he would think that. Sweet Pea’s favorite past time is getting himself beaten up by the Ghoulies. You’re not even sure pain is part of his vocabulary at this point. “Why are you even here, again?” you ask, quirking a brow at your surly, sort-of-friend. “Don’t you have someone else to bother?”

Not that you want him to leave. The only reason you haven’t bolted from the bench yet is because of his silent judgment grounding you in place.

Plus, you think as you look him over, gaze lingering on the angry, two-headed snake inked into the side of his neck, Sweet Pea has always been pretty damn good eye-candy. That certainly makes up for him sitting there and judging you like an asshole.

Sweet Pea just shrugs. “Moral support.” He crosses his arms and leans back in his seat, completely relaxed.

“Right, because you’re so supportive.”

He reaches out and pinches your exposed hip, making you yelp and jerk away from his mischievous fingers. On reflex, you swat at him, and Sweet Pea chuckles when you miss, a deep baritone that sends a shiver shooting right up your spine.

Before you can yell at him, Micah steps back into the room. The older Serpent flashes you a brief smile as he fixes his gloves and settles into the chair on your left. “All right, Sweetheart, you ready?”

You manage to nod and resist the urge to fidget as he presses the stencil to your skin, a simple flower that follows the curve of your hipbone in the front.

(You’re so preoccupied with the whirring of the machine and the nerves bubbling in your stomach that you don’t see the way Sweet Pea’s eyes trace the hem of your underwear all the way to the blue stencil on your hip.)

Micah draws the first line, officially starting your first tattoo, and your eyes squeeze shut. Your teeth dig into your lower lip at the lick of pain that curls through you. It’s over as quickly as it starts, but you don’t hear the encouragement Micah murmurs.

Sweet Pea leans down toward you. “Just remember to breathe,” he says, just loud enough for you to hear over the buzzing of the gun. “You’ll be fine. Just don’t—”

“Sweet Pea?” Your voice comes out much softer than you mean it to, more breathy, a little shaky, but just loud enough to catch his attention. You swallow. “Just shut up and hold my hand.” The fingers of your right hand wiggle to emphasize the request.

For a second he just stares at you in surprise, lips slightly parted and dark eyes wide. His jaw tightens, causing the snake on his neck to tense. Micah smiles secretively.

Finally, Sweet Pea rolls his eyes. “Baby,” he grumbles as his hand slips into yours.

The Friday night rush at the Wyrm is considerably slower than you expected it to be tonight. Most of the older Serpents have settled into their regular seats and have taken to nursing their beers and reminiscing and the ones still in school ducked out of the bar over an hour ago, bored and headed to the quarry to cause trouble.

FP Jones and his kid are notably absent, as are most of the other Serpents rising up in the ranks. It’s not hard to figure out why. Lately, things have been rough on the Southside. The Ghoulies have been causing chaos all over town. There have been more brawls in the last week than there have in the previous month, and as far as you’re aware FP is pretty keen on ending things before they get out of control like they did back when you were all still in high school.

Worry niggles at the back of your mind, but you shove it down.

It’s a little after two in the morning and the bar is almost empty by the time Sweet Pea slips in through the front door. You don’t notice him at first, half-asleep as you scrub the same spot on the bar with a wet cloth, making lazy circles.

“You know, I think you missed a spot.”

Inhaling sharply, you startle at the unexpected voice. Your eyes snap up to meet Sweet Pea’s amused gaze and his lips quirk higher. You’re taken aback by the man standing in front of you. There’s blood on his knuckles, his own or someone else’s you can’t be sure, his lip is split and puffy, and there’s a nice bruise forming beneath his left eye. More blood is splattered across the front of his leather jacket and the white shirt he’s wearing beneath it.

Without really meaning to you look him over, cataloging the injuries you see. It’s not as bad as you were expecting. He’s bloody and bruised and holding himself like his ribs hurt, but you’ve seen he look far worse than this.

“Let me guess,” you muse, leaning forward on your elbows and grinning at him, “I should see the other guy?” His answering grin is wry and humorless and you think maybe you’re wrong and it’s worse than you think. “What was it this time?”

He shuts down and immediately you regret asking. His expression becomes pinched and a dark wave of fury washes over his features. Sweet Pea grits his teeth, his jaw clenched so tightly that a muscle in his jaw pops. “Business,” is all he tells you.

You don’t have to ask what kind.

Instead, you ask “whiskey or vodka?” Something to make him loosen up or forget. It’s always the same with him.

He leans forward on the bar, careful not to get blood on the clean surface as you grab him a glass. “Whiskey.”

You pour him his drink and slide it across the bar. As he reaches for his wallet, you stop him. He stiffens under your brief touch, but doesn’t pull back.

“It’s on the house,” you tell him quietly. You aren’t sure what possesses you to say that, but you don’t regret it for a second. Hog Eye will be pissed if he finds out you’re giving away free alcohol—at least, he’ll pretend to be—but it’s worth it with the way Sweet Pea reacts.

His expression softens considerably and your throat tightens, your mouth dry. There’s something about the tall, angry biker looking at you like that that makes your breath catch. “Thanks, Babe,” he murmurs. Sweet Pea offers you another small smile before taking his drink and straightening.

You roll your eyes as he fishes out his wallet and shoves a twenty in the tip jar before heading for a table in the back where Jughead and Fangs are waiting for him.

You’ve never understood the point of drag racing. It seems stupid, betting so much on who can drive marginally better than someone else, but those were the Ghoulies’ terms. While the Serpents would prefer an all out rumble, the Ghoulies always have been fond of their flashy cars.

When Toni threw a crop top and shorts at you this morning you should have known it would be something like this. You may not be an official Serpent, but there are still certain expectations.

So here you are, waiting on some dusty back road as one of the younger Serpents argues with a Ghoulie about the same age, setting up the terms of the race. You aren’t sure where Toni disappeared to; she disappeared to go find Fangs as soon as the two of you pulled up in her beat up car.

Usually it wouldn’t bother you, being alone like this, but you’re really not liking the way one of the Ghoulies across the dirt lot is eyeing you. You doubt he’d be stupid enough to try anything in a crowd of Serpents, but you can never be too sure. The Ghoulies tend to be bold and don’t take no for an answer, and everyone here is just looking to start a brawl.

Ignoring the Ghoulie doesn’t seem to dissuade him.

You jump as a pair of big hands settle on your hips from behind and squeeze gently. Panic surges in your chest until a familiar, rough, baritone laugh rumbles through you as you’re pulled back against a broad chest. “Relax, baby girl,” Sweet Pea murmurs against your ear, voice low and throaty. “It’s just me.”

Breathing a sigh, you lean into him. “Fuck, Sweet Pea,” you huff, rolling your eyes when he chuckles.

You don’t have to ask what he’s doing, already feeling the Ghoulie’s eyes slide away from you. And sure enough, you crane your head back to look at him only to find him locked in a staring contest with the Ghoulie across the lot, who sneer and turns back to his friends. Sweet Pea’s jaw is clenched tight, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and you shake your head at the alpha male bullshit, but gladly sink into him anyway.

The pad of his thumb strokes the bare skin over the waist of your shorts, just teasing the tattoo peeking out on your hip. You wonder if he’s doing it on purpose, trying not to squirm and shiver as he leaves a trail of fire in his wake, the heat of his hands sinking into you.

“I thought you were supposed to be giving Isaac and Dexy some pointers,” you murmur, watching the two younger Serpents head back to their car, the Ghoulies doing the same. Briefly, you wonder where they got it, but figure it best not to think about it.

Sweet Pea pulls you a little closer to his torso, leaving no space left between the two of you. He doesn’t wrap his arms around you, just holds you there, grip loosening now that the Ghoulie has lost interest. “I already did.” A low sound rumbles in his chest and echoes in your own. “Thought you looked lonely.”

“So you came to keep me company? My hero,” you joke. He pinches your hip like he always does and you swat at him playfully. Sweet Pea strokes the curve of your tattoo and you hope he doesn’t notice the hitch in your breathing.

You expect him to let go as the race starts, but he keeps his hands on you the entire time. They just rest there on you hips, drumming absentmindedly against your side to his own rhythm.

Picking up an overnight shift at Pop’s Diner wasn’t something you wanted on a Wednesday night. Wednesday’s are always quiet, the shift slow because it’s the middle of the week and no one wants to pop into a twenty-four hour diner for a shake at two in the morning aside from stoners and occasionally Jughead Jones.

And that’s exactly who’s here tonight. A group of southside teens stoned out of their minds are a giggly mess in the far corner of the room, milkshakes of every flavor laid out in front of them. They’ve been taking sips of each one individually and looking like their minds are blown every time. Jughead, meanwhile, is in his usual spot on a stool up front, laptop laid out in front of him as he types away furiously, still working his way through that novel of his that stopped being about Jason Blossom almost five years ago. Besides them, it’s only you and the cook, Brian, here tonight, and you’re pretty sure Brian is taking a power nap in the back while you lazily wipe down the same spot on the counter you have been all night.

When the bell above the front door chimes, you don’t think much of it, calling out a reflexive greeting as a man in a black coat walks up to the counter. It’s not until there’s a gun in your face that you realize what’s going on. The stoners stop giggling in the booth and from further down the counter Jughead stares at you with wide eyes and you hope he doesn’t try to be a hero tonight.

White noise rings in your ears. The man is shouting, but you can’t make out what he’s saying. You fumble and nearly drop the key you need to open the register. The drawer pops open. Jughead slowly starts to stand. The cold kiss of steel presses against your temple.

You wait for the bang but it never comes. Your hands shake as you give him the cash from the register. The bell above the door jingles.

It’s all a blur to you after that. Someone must call the police, because suddenly Sheriff Keller is standing in front of you, holding you steady with one hand on your upper arm. Your head is foggy and you stutter as you recount the events from minutes earlier. There isn’t much to say. You didn’t see his face.

Sheriff Keller talks to Jughead next, and then the stoners in the corner. Jughead comes to stand next to you against the far wall and makes a phone call, but you don’t pay attention.

The shaking in your hands spreads through the rest of your body and suddenly you’re sliding down the wall to the floor, a trembling, sobbing mess as you realize how different things could have gone.

The bell above the door chimes and you flinch. Someone drops to their knees beside you. There are hands on you them, gentle and coaxing, and your back is pulled flush against a broad, firm chest as arms wrap around you. You curl into the person behind you, immediately sinking into the familiar embrace. A tattooed thumb rubs circles into your upper arm.

“It’s okay, Baby,” Sweet Pea whispers in your ear as he strokes your hair away from your face. “You’re okay. It’s okay.” A small, hiccupping sob tears from your chest and his grip around you tightens. His lips press against your temple as he rocks you both. “No one’s gonna hurt you, okay?” he coos. “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.” His palms rub up and down your arms, soothingly.

He kisses your head again and you believe him.

You aren’t sure how it happens exactly. One minute you and Sweet Pea are arguing about something pointless and the next you’re being dragged into the storage room behind the bar at the Wyrm and shoved up against a wall. The cold wall stings your back, but don’t have the time to complain. Sweet Pea’s mouth meets yours in a bruising kiss, and your knees almost buckle.

It’s a mad rush of hands and lips and teeth. Your fingers rake through his hair, squeeze his upper arms, dip beneath his shirt to tease the firm muscle beneath. Sweet Pea wedges a knee between your thighs and rocks up against you, applying enough pressure to make you moan and squirm, soft, needy sounds spilling from your mouth.

He grins against you, smug, and you’d wipe that look off his face if he wasn’t hooking his hands beneath your thighs and hauling you off the ground. You’re crushed between him and the wall, your legs wound around his waist, and already you can feel him, hard and hot against your inner thigh, achingly close to where you want him.

Sweet Pea’s hips rock against yours and you squirm.

A lick of heat curls in your gut, and you realize it’s skin contact you want. The leather jacket is shoved from his shoulders and left in a heap on the floor and he chuckles when your needy fingers grasp the hem of his shirt and tug upwards. You struggle with the fabric, huffing, and consider just ripping it when it catches on his shoulders. Through his amusement, Sweet Pea helps you yank the shirt off from over his head.

He doesn’t leave you for long. Another bruising kiss is pressed to your mouth before his lips wander to your jawline, nipping and sucking a path across your skin that makes your eyes flutter shut. Your hands slide up his back, feeling every bump and scar and bruise with the tips of your fingers until his mouth finds a spot that makes your whole body jerk against him. Sweet Pea squeezes your ass as your fingers grasp at his shoulders, and then his hair. He murmurs your name and you whimper, hips grinding against his until you pull a low moan out of him.

“That’s it, Baby,” he mumbles as your legs squeeze around his waist and your fingers tug at his hair. “Just like that.” His mouth moves from your jaw to your neck, the rough scrape of his lips against your sensitive skin making you shiver.

Sweet Pea grinds against you bucking his hips sharply, and your head falls back against the wall as you arch into his chest.

He pulls away from you then, and you whine at the loss of contact as you’re placed back on your shaky legs, but he smothers your complains with a kiss that makes you dizzy. And you really can’t complain as his tongue drags across his lower lip as he sinks onto his knees in front of you.

There’s something absolutely erotic about having him on his knees for you, his lips teasing the soft skin above the waist of your jeans, his eyes on you, taking in every expression you make as he pulls little sounds from your mouth. His eyes lock on yours, pinning you in place as his fingers slide up your thighs. Your breath catches as he pops open the button on your jeans.

Sweet Pea holds your gaze as he leans in to press a soft kiss beneath your bellybutton. His mouth follows the hem of your underwear to the tattoo on your hip and your legs turn to jelly. The grip he has on your thighs is the only thing keeping you upright and aren’t able to swallow down a pleased moan when his teeth graze your sensitive skin.

His fingers hook around the edge of your panties and the ache between your legs grows painful as he kisses your hip and—

“Oh!” Sweet Pea rips his mouth away from you and you gasp, eyes flying open to see a very surprised Toni standing there. Her lips twitch like she wants to laugh. She turns around and heads back out to the bar, shouting, “Hog Eye, I think we’re out of that!”

“Oh my god,” you mumble, mortification rushing through you when you realize you were about to let Sweet Pea go down on you in the back room of the Whyte Wyrm.

Sweet Pea groans and stands, leaving you wet and needy, and the sound just makes the pulse between your thighs more noticeable. “Shit.” He sighs and glances down at you, taking in your bee-stung lips and rumpled hair, your pupils blown wide with lust. “My place?” he jokes.

You breathe a laugh and stand on your toes to loop an arm around his neck, pulling him down for another lingering kiss.

#riverdale #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #riverdaledrabbles

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wayward-river · 6 years ago

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Storm Chaser

Sweet Pea x Plus!Size Reader

AN: So sorry this wasn’t out last night but I just couldn’t end it! I hope y’all enjoy it! All mistakes are my own shout out to my beta @xserpentlife

AN 2: Thoughts are in italics.

Warnings: Anxiety, Self doubt, Bad thoughts the usual with an anxiety fic.

You looked out the window the rain falling something that had always calmed you down. The sound and smell of the rain. You would sit out on the porch and watch every storm or rain fall you could. You jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you.

“Y/N class is over... has been for like three minutes...you okay?” Sweet Pea asked his voice laced with concern.

“Its southside high Pea no one cares.” You responded grabbing your bag and getting up.

Sweet Pea bumped your shoulder. “You didn’t answer my question Y/N/N.”

“Yeah I’m good.” You stuck out your pinky for him as he wrapped his around yours.

“Did you hear the news is that what has you up in your head?” He leaned down whispering to make sure no lurking ears heard him.

He had found out about your situation one night at the Wyrm and ever since he has been subtle about it but always makes sure you are okay.

*FLASHBACK*

You sat picking at the label of the beer Toni had graciously handed you to try to get your nerves to calm down. You had fucked up a job and were waiting to get yelled at by FP. You kept your eyes down not wanting anyone to see the tears in your eyes.

Leave it to you to fuck up the only good thing you have.

This is it they are going to kick you out.

No more family, you’ll be all alone on the southside.

Damn your clumsy feet and thick thighs.

The thoughts ran rampant as you waited for Sweet Pea to leave the office. He had been with you for the job but you had split up after seeing a few ghoulies.

If you wouldn’t have tripped maybe you would have gotten out of there.

If he wouldn’t have came back he could have gotten the job done.

You had yelled at him for coming back for you, told him you could have handled yourself and found your way out. He had yelled right back throwing No serpent left behind in your face. Also informing you of not being able to take on four ghoulies by yourself.

“It would have been a death sentence Y/L/N.”

“Yeah well no one would have missed me!” You had yelled right back in his face.

Sweet Pea went quiet after that getting you both in his truck. You closed your eyes as the few tears escaped, your throat tightening up causing you to take a few deep breaths. Sweet Pea looking over at you ever so often scanning you trying to figure out what was wrong.

You heard the voices of FP and Sweet Pea causing you to look up.

FP slapped Sweet Pea on the back before turning back into his office as Sweet Pea made his way down the steps to you.

He stood in front of you as you turned to face him, ready for him to escort you out or up to FP. He offered his hand to you. You gulped as you placed your hand in his. Sweet Pea led you out into the parking lot a light rain starting to fall as he led you to his truck opening the door as you climbed in.

Sweet Pea got in the truck sitting quietly he drove out onto some old gravel back roads pulling off to the side putting the truck in park. The only sound between the two of you was the rain falling onto the metal of the truck and the soft music playing.

You closed your eyes

“I’d miss you.” Sweet Pea stated breaking the silence.

You looked over at him the tears still in your eyes.

“Don’t lie to me….please just don’t be nice before you tell me I’m out of the serpents.”

He moved his hand lightly settling on your leg. “I’m not lying, and you aren’t out of the serpents. I took the fall, I have to run a few more jobs but that is it.”

The tears fell down your cheeks, you slightly nodded your head as you scooted across the seat as Sweet Pea moved his hand bringing it behind your shoulders as he let you cry it out.

*END FLASHBACK*

“Yeah I heard, and I promise I’m okay.”

Fangs joined you guys then. Excitedly as he pushed Sweet Pea. “No more Southside High!”

You rolled your eyes as you laughed lightly. As they pushed the doors open the two boys still excited. You joined Jughead and Toni on the steps.

Toni placed her hand on you as you sat down beside her. The silent words in her eyes as she searched yours. You gave a slight nod, confirming everything was fine. Toni had found out one drunken night when you had let it all spill out.

*FLASHBACK*

You and Toni sat on the couch in her trailer giggling. The alcohol flowing through your system the ever growing thoughts of doubt screaming in your mind. Your serpent dance was tomorrow, Toni had always been your best friend and when she joined you were sure to follow.

“T, I don’t know if I’ll be good enough to be a serpent” You started.

“Y/N/N you’ll be fine! Just remember to look at me okay?”

You nodded. “I know, but I just I’m not like most serpent girls Toni. I’m not as good...not as pretty, I just have this thing where my mind tells me I’m gross or that things are going to happen and it freaks me out sends me into a panic” You mumbled.

Toni leaped over the space in the couch wrapping you in her arms. “Oh Y/N/N don’t listen to them, and if they get bad… well just send me a look okay? You’ve got me Y/N/N”

The next day you fought your fears and finished the last part of becoming a serpent.

*END FLASHBACK*

You all celebrated the closure of the shittiest school ever and the fact you wouldn’t have to deal with Ghoulies being dicks at school anymore. You were actually excited to go to a school where you would be able to actually learn things. That all ended the next morning.

You all walked into Riverdale High following Jughead. You were squished protectively in between Toni, Sweet Pea, and Fangs. You weren’t listening to anything Veronica, or Archie were saying. Sure Archie may be best friends with Jughead but he wasn’t there the night he had pulled the gun on the southside, but you were and you weren’t quick to forgive. It was a few nights after the bad run and Sweet Pea had stuck close to your side that entire week.

*FLASHBACK*

You came to a halt, a unfamiliar redhead tagging a red symbol onto a building. Sweet Pea looked to Fangs before placing his hand in front of you as he pushed you behind him as Fangs stepped in front of you.

The conversation went unheard by your ears as the thoughts raced in your mind. Fearful of Sweet Pea starting another fight and him getting hurt. Your thoughts were brought to a halt as you peaked around Sweet Pea as the person pulled out a gun. You flinched as Sweet Pea and the others hollered. Sweet Pea turned throwing you over his shoulder as the boys bolted. He made it around a few blocks feeling safe enough he placed your trembling form down as he pulled you into his chest.

“Y/N are you okay? Are you good?” He asked pulling you away from him searching your eyes.

You were speechless the thoughts racing. You could have died. All of you could have died.

“Y/N I need you to say something anything, get out of that head of yours.”

“How did you just throw me over your shoulder so easily?”

Sweet Pea laughed. “That is what is on your mind right now?”

You laughed as he pulled you away from your panic. “Yeah I guess”

“Y/L/N you ain’t as bad as you think. Lets go to the Wyrm… yeah?”

You nodded as you started walking with him to the Wyrm, meeting Fangs there all of you just wanting it out of your mind.”

A few days later you had been with Fangs and Sweet Pea. You watched them along with the other serpents walk up to the Northsiders house. You had tried talking Sweet Pea out of it but that was like trying to drown a fish.

You stood off to the side, Sweet Pea and Fangs not allowing you to be apart of it.

“I WAS THERE TOO” You had angrily yelled at them.

“I CAN’T WATCH YOU GET HURT” Sweet Pea had yelled back stunning you into silence.

You watched Sweet Pea get hit first. You looked away not wanting to watch him. You had been harboring feelings for him ever since the night in the truck keeping them hidden afraid of the rejection the thoughts always taking over and winning.

A gunshot fired causing you to look up quickly.

“PEA!” Your eyes scanned for the tallest among the serpents running.

Suddenly you were being turned and pulled by him running to his truck.

*END FLASHBACK*

You rolled your eyes as you watched the top of the steps fill up with Bulldogs led by what looked like to be the head bitch in charge. You tuned out the exchange helping Jughead and Fangs pull Sweet Pea back after a comment was made by a bulldog that was at Archies house the night of the fight. You had enough of the comments being made by everyone and you had silenced your thoughts of doubt, pushing Sweet Pea out of the way you stepped in front of him.

“I really wish you’d do something stupid.” You quipped, glaring daggers into him as you watched the blue and yellow jacketed boy descend the steps, before coming face to face with you.

“And what would that be?” He looked you up and down. “Sleeping with Serpent slut like you?”

All you could see was red, Sweet Pea, Toni, and Fangs trying to stop your actions before it happened but they weren’t quick enough. They watched in horror as your fist connected with Reggies mouth.

He brought his hand up to his lip wiping the blood as Sweet Pea pulled you back before he could retaliate.

Reggie spit blood out of his mouth. “I don’t think you know how I am so let me tell you. I’m Reggie Mantle and you just made a big fucking mistake serpent slut.”

You went to move forward again as he walked away but Sweet Pea had a grip on your arm.

“Don’t” He muttered quietly. He knew how much school meant to you and didn’t want Reggie of all people to be the one to ruin your education.

As you stood, Sweet Peas hand still on you. The thoughts caught up with your actions.

Oh what did you just do?

Your actions are going to catch up and you just messed up not only yours but probably all the other serpents chance here in like less than twenty minutes.

That is what you do just fuck everything up.

“Y/N...Y/N...Y/N/N” Sweet Pea had been trying to get your attention.

Finally your name pierced through your racing thoughts as your eyes focused on Sweet Peas.

“Hey breathe, you good?”

You gave a nod before pushing past him making your way into the girls bathroom.

He looked to Toni motioning towards you she gave a nod and walked into the bathroom.

You heard the bathroom door open.

“T, I’m fine really” You looked to her through the bathroom mirror.

“That was a good hit.”

You rolled your eyes. “It was a stupid move, but I just I just saw red.”

Toni nodded at you. “I get it...I’m proud Y/N/N I didn’t expect that from you.”

“Yeah well for once I didn’t let the thoughts over power me.” You gave her a small smile. “I promise I’m good T.”

She gave another nod before she turned around leaving.

The rest of the day was pretty eventful as Reggie decided to deface his own school blaming it on you and the serpents causing all serpent emblems on anything to be banned from the school.

The next day you walked in with khakis and a riverdale high polo. Not your best look, but you caused it so you wanted to follow the rules as close as you could. Jughead chose to be the issue today as he wouldn't take off the jacket. You were with him but the thoughts won out today so you were at Riverdale High trying not to let the thoughts win.

You normally walked with Fangs to your locker in the morning, but he was running late so you made your way in by yourself and tried to set a routine.

You kept your head down, trying not to draw attention but it seemed like it didn’t work.

“Not so tough when you are all alone are you?”

You looked up, a look of disgust crossing your face as you made eye contact with Reggie.

“Why so quiet today? The serpents kick you out cause they didn’t want a heavy weight holding them down?”

The bulldogs behind Reggie laughed at his comment.

You looked back down the thoughts running rampant as he continued to throw line after line about your weight and how you would never be loved unless you hit the gym. The shove of Reggie against lockers snapping you out of it momentarily as you bolted for the bathroom.

You gripped the sink on both sides tightly as your chest tightened and the tears cascaded down your face.

What if you really were holding them down.

What if everyone was pretending to care about you?

Why would anyone want you to begin with.

Toni was only your friend because you grew up next door did she really have a choice?

Sweet Pea took pity on you. He doesn’t really care, he wouldn’t miss you.

Why even think you have a chance with him to begin with?

I mean just look at you. The flab on your arms, stomach, legs probably just repulsed him.

Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed Toni run into the bathroom yelling at you. She tried for a few minutes as her own tears fell down her face as she listened to your rapid breathing but couldn’t pull you out of your head.

She looked to you and then back to the door. She ran quickly to the lounge finding Fangs.

“I need you to find Sweet Pea, and I need you to find him quickly and bring him to the girls bathroom by Y/N’s locker.”

Fangs got up quickly taking off as Toni ran back to you.

“Y/N please breathe, just listen to my voice you are okay.” Toni tried again.

Your grip didn’t loosen nor your breathing change.

She placed her hands on you as she hugged you trying to give you some sort of comfort.

The bathroom door swung open banging against the wall. Toni moved looking towards it Fangs and Sweet Pea both barging in.

Sweet Peas eye showed a light bruise forming.

Sweet Pea looked to both Toni and Fangs. “Out, please. It’ll be better if it’s just me when she comes out of this.”

Toni and Fangs nodded as they exited the bathroom but stayed close.

Sweet Pea slowly made his way over to you his hands settling on yours his grip light as he talked softly.

“Y/N its Pea. I need you to let go of the sink okay?”

Your grip faltered slightly allowing Sweet Pea to take your hands off as he spun you around and pulled you in.

You pushed him away, your breathing still rapid as you tried to run into the bathroom stall to lock him out.

Sweet Pea grabbed your wrist pulling you back into him his arms wrapping securely around you this time.

“I’m letting you go. Listen to my heart. Just breathe with it. Please just do this for me Y/N” He started.

He waited for your breathing to slow down slightly. Not out of the woods yet but getting better.

“Nothing in that pretty head of yours is true. Whatever that dumbass bulldog Mantle told you, it’s not true.”

Your breathing slowed further. “It is true Pea”

“Y/N it’s not he’s an idiot”

His grip on you loosened as he brought one of his arms up his hand settling in your hair as he ran his fingers through it.

“You are okay baby. Just breathe for me.”

You stilled in his arms. Pushing away slightly as you looked up at him. His eyes glossed over with unshed tears.

“Baby?” You choked out.

“I shouldn’t have let it slip out like that, but I mean you are just so you. Y/N you are amazing in every way..”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure Pea, let's be honest you just wanted me out of my attack.”

“No, never I would never break your trust like that. I like you Y/N. I have for awhile, but I guess I pick the shittiest times to tell people things.”

You gave a light smile, as the tears still fell. Sweet Pea cupped your face using his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

“I really like you Y/N/N, all of you, your temper, the way you look beautiful even in a hoodie and jeans the way you watch intently at the rain and even your thoughts that betray you. I want to be there. I want to be there to be able to chase them all away… I mean if you will let me.” He rambled out.

You wet your lips as your gaze flickered back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Sweet Pea watched your movements taking your actions instead of your silence as his sign.

He leaned down capturing your soft lips with his. The moment only lasting shortly as Toni and Fangs crashed through the bathroom.

“Its taking too long Sweet Pea” Toni trailed off as her eyes went wide at the scene if front of her.

Fangs behind her smirking. “I knew it”

You flipped them both off as you pulled Sweet Pea back down to your lips.

He pulled away his forehead resting against yours.

“Thank you” You whispered.

“I’m never letting you go.” He answered kissing your forehead.

Over the next few weeks it was a struggle with racing thoughts but Sweet Pea was able to pull you back before anything got bad. Keeping true to his words of chasing them away. You had begun calling him your storm chaser. He was the one who made you happy. He was the one who protected you. Punching Mantle the day after your attack when he saw him laughing in the hallway. You wouldn’t want anything else.

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Just Dance

Request: Yes / No The first one I think, was a request for the whole riverdale gang. They have a game night and play just dance on Wii (it's the best game ever) and the reader is shy, but they convince her to dance once and she chooses of the hardest ones and everyone thinks she's joking but she is KILLING IT @lady-of-lies

Request are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader

Word count: 643

Warnings: Nothing

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

A/N: I made this a Sweet Pea fic too because I know you wanted one and I will still do a Jughead fluff!

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Ever since the Southside and Northside made up Riverdale felt a bit brighter. The best part was I didn’t need to hide my relationship with Sweet Pea anymore. So when everyone found out they were really happy for us. They were also shocked since I was the shy girl in the group and Sweet Pea was the bad boy flirt. I was honestly probably the shyest girl in Riverdale, it took years for my friends to actually get to know me. That’s probably why they were so shocked that I was dating Sweet Pea.

Once a week Betty invites the gang over for game night, it was actually a fun time. Each time someone knew picks a game for all of us to play, This week it was Cheryl’s turn. Plus the Serpents that have joined our group were joining. We all got to Betty’s place and there were drinks and snacks lining her coffee table. We were all daw around and wondering what Cheryl had picked.

“Alright Cheryl, what game did you pick?” Kevin asked.

“I’m glad you asked!” She said and pulled out a Wii and Just Dance 2016.

“I love Just dance!” Veronica said happily.

“This is gonna be fun.” Fangs said with a smile. Everyone seemed actually excited about this, even Jughead. I knew this was one that I was going to sit out on, I’d much rather just watch my friends enjoy themselves.

As the night went on everyone had gone a few time except me. In between dances everyone was trying to convince me to go, I should have known this was going to happen.

“Come on Y/N/N! It’s a lot of fun!” Toni said and I shook my head.

“I’m good.” I said.

“Come on Y/N, even I did it!” Jughead said with a smile.

“Yeah I did it too!” Sweet Pea said.

“Yeah, but I’d rather watch.” I said and they all shook their heads.

“It’s just for fun Y/N.” Betty said and I sigh.

“If I do one song will you guys leave me alone then?” I asked, I wasn’t annoyed at them, but I knew they wouldn’t stop.

“Yes!” They all said and I sighed.

“Okay, give me the remote.” I said and Archie handed me it. I started looking through the songs and saw Circus by Britney Spears. I smiled and decided I was try it on extreme, seeing as I was a good dancer but my friends didn’t know that.

“Um Y/N/N, you put it on extreme…” I heard Fangs say.

“I know.” I said with a shrug. The song started and I got ready to dance. I knew this was kind of a sexy dance and it was so unlike me, but I loved this song so much.

(Watch this video because honestly I don’t really know how to describe what’s going on lol)

Once I finished I was breathing a little heavy and my skin was glistening with sweat. I turned back around and everyone’s jaws were practically on the floor. I placed the remote on the coffee table and sat next to my boyfriend.

“That was amazing!” Kevin, Fangs, and Toni said at the same time.

“I take dance classes, I have since I was a kid.” I said with a shrug.

“You so need to be a Vixen with those moves!” Cheryl said with a smirk and I shook my head.

“You know I don’t like being the center of attention Cher.” I said and she sighed.

“You can’t let those move go to waste!” She said and I shook my head.

“Not happen Cheryl.” I said and she groaned.

“Her moves won’t go to waste, not that I know what she can do.” Sweet Pea said pulling me closer and my face went red.

“Pea!” I squeaked and everyone laughed.

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botanistlester · 7 years ago

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Sweet Pea (33/34)

Summary: A nickname that goes bitter in your mouth. Cries for help that no one listens to. Gentle hands that make you quake on the ground you’re standing on. When Phil first met Nico, he thought he was a gift from the heavens. But behind the mask lies something daunting, something unnerving, that Phil never foresaw. Through his journey, he finds solace in Dan, the regular at his workplace, who seems to be the only one who sees through Nico’s mask to the darkness underneath. Warnings: Abusive relationship, violence A/N: Holy crappu! Chapter 33! Only one more chapter left and then this fic will be finished! I literally am in shock right now honestly. I'll save all the gushy stuff for the next chapter, but i'm still in shock lol. The final chapter is more like an epilogue so it may be out before Saturday since I already have half of it written! So keep your eye out for that! Sorry this chapter is late, i had a lot going on these couple of weeks and then like three hours ago I was almost finished with this but my roommate asked if I wanted to watch The Killing of a Sacred Deer (it's a movie i promise) and i was like. Um yeah who do you take me for OF COURSE! So here we are, three hours into sunday, and I'm an ass! Thank you all for reading this and for your lovely comments! The song at the beginning is from Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye

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Chapter Thirty-Three

Now and then I think of when we were together. Like when you said you felt so happy you could die. Told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company. But that was love and it's an ache I still remember.

University starts before Phil is truly ready for it.

One moment, he feels like he’s just minding his own business working and lazing around the house, and the next he’s scrambling to do last minute school shopping (i.e., buy a pack of pencils and that’s it). It hits him hard, but his friends are there for him and he even shares his creative nonfiction class with Charlie, so he can’t be too terribly mad.

The first couple of weeks go by rather slowly. His professors are all nice, and Phil had gotten a doctor’s note from his psychologist saying that he may have to miss school sometimes due to an ‘underlying mental illness’, which really just meant his post-traumatic stress disorder that occasionally flared up here and there. While it had gotten better, he wasn’t completely healed yet. Apparently that shit either took years to go away, or even never went away. But Phil was optimistic and every time he could smell Nico’s old cologne or watch Nico’s favourite show without going into freakout mode was a win for him.

Things got stressful fast though, sadly, which is true for all of university. One moment, he was just minding his own business, scrolling through tumblr at odd hours of the day, eating snacks, and the next he was scrambling to finish a ten page paper about why sex education in school is important while completely forgetting to eat as he rushed to finish. Dan was practically shoving food down his throat during it all, berating him for not starting the paper earlier.

What a hypocrite, honestly. Phil had seen Dan rush to finish a paper multiple times because his depression had gotten in the way of doing it earlier. At the least, he should at least understand when Phil did it too.

But then again, maybe he did understand. Maybe he was shoving food down Phil’s throat and promising him a bubble bath after he finished because he knew exactly what Phil was dealing with emotionally, knew how hard it was to complete things on time when the world was pressing on your chest in a way that made it hard to breathe.

After a while, his brain had had enough of the strain and decided to give up after five pages, spewing out a load of bullshit that didn’t make sense in the slightest. Phil buried his face into his palms, his eyes tearing up, and pressed his fingers against his eyelids to keep the wetness from leaking onto his cheeks. It didn’t really help too much other than to make his eyes hurt with the pressure.

“Why don’t you take a break?” Dan asked softly, draping a soft blanket around Phil’s shoulders. He kissed the side of Phil’s head, nuzzling his nose into his hair. “Email your professor and see if she’ll let you turn it in a day late.”

Phil laughed humourlessly, wetly. He didn’t think it was that easy. Plus, wouldn’t that just make him look bad by asking for special treatment? “And let my professor know that I was slacking on this assignment? I’d rather die.”

Dan hummed and pulled Phil’s laptop off of his lap, ignoring the small protests that came out of Phil’s mouth when he did so. Without asking, he replaced the laptop with himself, plopping on Phil’s lap like he was a dog. He poked Phil’s nose. “Mental health isn’t being lazy or slacking, my dear boy. It’s an actual disorder of the brain that renders you incapable during periods of time where you would otherwise be okay. Sometimes you can be in a bad place for weeks, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Your professors already know that there’s something going on with you. Asking for an extra day to complete the assignment is just you trying to be responsible and practicing self care. If you don’t finish tonight, then you’ll look like you don’t care about it at all and you’ll get points taken off of your assignment. Which would you prefer?”

In the end, Phil emailed his professor. Although he did do it with a lot of whining and grumbling, just to make Dan mad. (It doesn’t matter that Dan doesn’t get mad at him anyways, no matter how hard Phil tried. He was always way too understanding, damn it).

After only five minutes of refreshing his gmail anxiously, Dr. Lucifer replied with a chill, ‘Don’t worry about it, I’ll give you until Wednesday to complete it. Feel better Philip!’ There was even a smiley face at the end, so out of place after Phil had carefully constructed his email, made sure there were no typos, practically typing out a double spaced, 12 point Times New Roman persuasive paper about why he needed an extra day to complete. And then here was his professor, signing off with a fucking smiley face.

“Was that so hard?” Dan asked softly, brushing a hand through Phil’s hair.

Phil pouted and, because he was a jerk, pushed Dan off his lap light enough that Dan wouldn’t get hurt and could catch himself when he fell. “Shut your mouth, Howell, you owe me a bubble bath.”

Phil did end up getting his bubble bath, complete with a robot bubble bar from Lush, candles around the tub, and his favourite anime playing on his laptop that was set on the toilet so he could see. However, he also got an armful of Dan, which was something pure and good.

When Dan joined the bath, it didn’t matter that they were both too giants trying to fit into one tub. It didn’t matter that Phil’s legs started to go numb after a while or that they had to get out quicker because they got too hot too fast. All that mattered was that they were spending time together, with Phil’s arms around Dan’s waist, gently running his nails over Dan’s stomach because he knew that Dan liked it when he did that.

Most of the time, Phil liked to be held by Dan simply because it made him feel safe and warm and loved. But today, Phil wanted to be able to hold somebody. Holding something against his chest made him feel like his heart was full, like there was someone who needed him and who he needed in return. It was so relaxing, in his opinion, especially when that person was Dan, who he could press kisses all over his shoulders and neck. Who’s hair he could mess with, twirling a curls around his finger and pretending like his fingers were curling irons.

It was nice. It got Phil’s schoolwork off of his mind, that’s for sure. And when Dan turned around, capturing Phil’s lips in his, asking if he wanted a ‘good job blowjob’, Phil definitely didn’t have any complaints.

Phil had a break in between his Poetry and his Creative Nonfiction class where he liked to go to the different dining halls to grab some food. Depending on the day, Phil would meet up with either Louise, Dan, or both, and they would have a meal together, talking about how their classes were going, or how life in general was going. Phil really liked Louise and he was glad that they were getting to know each other better, thanks to Dan.

Plus, seeing Louise and Dan together reminded Phil of how he and Chandler used to be. They had their own inside jokes and would sometimes just break into laughter as soon as they made eye contact for no apparent reason. Louise made fun of Dan with no shame and Dan laughed so loudly that his voice would go all high pitched and squeaky.

Whereas most people may feel like they were a third wheel after something like this, Phil didn’t feel that way at all. It was nice on days where Phil didn’t feel up to talking too much, and it was nice on the days when Phil wanted to join in and create his own inside jokes with them. Watching the two of them together was a gift in itself, because Phil liked to watch how Dan interacted with people who weren’t, well, him.

When Dan wasn’t talking to Phil, his voice was louder and more brash, more obnoxious. He was more sarcastic, kind of mean, but only in a joking way. He liked to tell people to fuck off, liked to tell them that they were twats. He cussed a lot and was a dramatic piece of shit that was so painfully obviously studying something in theatre.

With Phil, Dan was all smiles and soft voices and warmth. Sometimes he would get all competitive and act like he was the most important drama queen on the planet, but then other times he would be all cuddles and kisses and compliments. Phil would love to tell the whole world about Dan’s big praise kink whenever Dan was in his boasting mood with Louise, but he didn’t. When he smiled at Phil, he made these doe-eyes that really made him look in love, tone quiet when he teased.

In short, Dan was a lot gayer with just Phil around.

Today was just one of those days where Phil didn’t really feel like talking. Dan understood this and didn’t press him for answers, knowing by now that Phil sometimes just needed time to be quiet and think about life. Everyone had those days, and Phil was having a day like that now.

Dan was holding his hand on the table, and Phil was grateful once again that they had opposite dominant hands, that way they could hold hands while still eating. Phil was eating a taco bowl made with spicy shrimp and Dan had gotten a sub sandwich with a taro bubble tea. Despite Dan’s efforts to make Phil try the drink, Phil refused, saying that he was afraid it would taste like a potato.

Louise and Dan were in a dispute about which bubble tea flavour was the best. Louise was stuck on mango while Dan said that the milk tea and taro were definitely the best. Phil just smiled and sat back, sipping on his own earl grey bubble tea. He liked it, but it wasn’t the best he’d ever tasted at all. He just hadn’t been in the mood for anything particularly fruity, so this was the most logical answer.

“How’s your tea, Phil?” Louise asked, drawing Dan’s attention towards Phil as well.

Phil shrugged and sipped at it again. “Spicy. Wait, no that’s not what I-” he was cut off by the sound of Dan trying to hold in a laugh, but failing miserably as it came out with a snort. He made eye contact with Louise, whose eyes were watering from trying not to laugh, and then they all burst into laughter. The table was practically vibrating with their noise, and Phil’s throat hurt from cackling so hard.

When Louise could finally get in a breath, she wheezed out, “Phil, that is the whitest thing I have ever heard you say.”

“I forgot what the word for herbal was!” Phil whined, which only made Dan laugh harder.

“Earl grey isn’t even an herbal tea, Phil!”

Phil pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. “Your mum isn’t even an herbal tea.”

Louise shook her head, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm down. Her makeup was a bit watery and messed up now, but it didn’t look bad. If anything, it was just endearing. “I can’t believe we’re still using your mum jokes.”

“I can’t believe you’re my friend,” Phil shot back, shaking his head in disappointment at himself. In all honesty, he was really grateful for both Louise and Dan, and they both knew that. Without them, Phil would probably just be sat in his apartment with no friends and sad piano music playing in the background.

The epitome of depression.

Just then, Phil glanced around the dining hall that they were in and his eyes came to a stop on someone who looked slightly familiar. It took him a moment to realise why they looked familiar, because this person had curly brown hair with blonde highlights, and Phil didn’t know anybody with blonde highlights.

But apparently he did now, because Nico was standing across the dining hall, in line at the bubble tea shop. As opposed to the other times Phil had seen him, this time he was completely alone and staring right at Phil with a hard frown on his lips.

From where he was sitting, Phil couldn’t see the freckle constellations on his face. He couldn’t see the colour of his eyes or how they shined emerald in the light. He couldn’t see the lines between his eyebrows or each individual strand of hair. He couldn’t smell his cologne or hear his voice.

And yet, Phil could hear his voice. He could smell his cologne. He could see the fucking freckles on his face and the glitter of emerald in his eyes and the lines between his eyebrows and each individual strand of hair. If somebody had asked him if he could draw constellations connecting each freckle together with only a pen and a piece of paper and no map, then Phil would be able to do it perfectly. Because even a year later, the memory of Nico was still burned into his head so intensely that he still couldn’t forget all of the tiny details that made up the man.

Dan squeezed Phil’s hand but Phil was so focused on the matter at hand that he hardly noticed. He could feel panic build up in him, making his skin pale and shaky. He felt nauseous, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been whenever Phil had seen Nico before. This time, it was just a smooth thrumming in his bones, vibrating him, making him feel like his skeleton was trying to shed off his own skin.

He hated that he was doing this in front of Louise, hated that he was showing weakness once again in a public setting. Every time he thought that he was doing well, that maybe for once he was taking his PTSD by the balls and throwing it against the wall for good, it seemed to be thrown back in his face in one way or another.

“Phil.”

Nico didn’t look away and Phil couldn’t bring himself to either. They were frozen, thinking about a time when they were together, when Phil had put Nico first no matter what it did to his own mental health. Back when Nico’s opinion meant more than his own, when he had done everything to keep Nico and had gotten nothing in return but harsh words and a cold shoulder. Now being with Dan, Phil doesn’t know how he’d been with Nico for so long when he had constantly felt like shit. But he also knew that it wasn’t that simple. He’d been trapped by the sick idea that that was what love was supposed to be like, thanks to all of those sick love stories that made him believe that love meant sacrificing parts of yourself for your partner even if it makes you sad.

“Phil. Phil, hey.”

Dan’s hands were on both of Phil’s cheeks then, turning his head to face him. His hands were cold against Phil’s hot cheeks, but his eyes were warm like tea. His eyebrows were crinkled with concern, his thumbs rubbing over Phil’s cheekbones to try to bring him back to the present.

When he finally got Phil’s eyes on him, Dan smiled softly and bumped their foreheads together, nuzzling his nose against Phil’s. “Hey,” he murmured quietly.

Phil tried to smile but he only succeeded in his lips twitching up slightly, eyebrows furrowed like he was worried about something. Face pale like he had seen a ghost. “Hi,” he whispered, voice shaking slightly.

Ignoring Louise’s presence completely, Dan pressed a kiss to Phil’s nose. Feather light but full of feeling. Full of care. A small I’m here for you. Phil glanced out of the corner of his eye, back over towards Nico. He saw the way Nico was gritting his teeth, clenching his fists. Saw the way Nico muttered under his breath and then turned away, getting out of line and walking out of the dining hall.

“Hey,” Dan said again. “Look at me. Are you looking at me?” He pulled away and pressed kisses against Phil’s forehead, his cheeks, the corner of his lips. Phil was looking at him now. He was always looking at Dan. “Good. Keep your eyes on me. I’m here, okay? Everything is going so well, you’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you, you know? You’ve gotten so far and you’re doing things for yourself and even if you trip and stumble sometimes, you don’t let it stop you. You keep going no matter how hard it is. You’re so strong, Phil. You always have been.”

Phil closed his eyes, let Dan’s words wash over him. With Nico out of the room, he was starting to calm down, but it was hard to completely grasp the present enough to get himself out of the past. It was almost as though he had hands grabbing at his legs, trying to pull him under until he was gasping for breath, completely submerged in memory that he didn’t quite want to remember.

Slowly, Dan started to pull him out, whispering to Phil how he inspired him every day to be a better person, how Phil had gone through hell and yet had gotten out despite not believing in himself. When he ran out of things to say, he started talking about what was going on in their lives at the moment, how Phil had gone back to school and was doing so many things with his life now.

When Phil’s breath audibly stabilized, Dan kissed him lightly on the lips and pulled back slightly, looking at him with that calm smile on his face again. Phil’s eyes fluttered open and he stared into the warm brown, his heartbeat starting to calm. Dan grinned. “Better?”

Phil nodded and managed to smile back, albeit a bit shakily still. “A bit,” he rasped out. “I mostly just feel tired now.”

“Do you need to go back to the flat and skip out on Creative Nonfiction for today?”

This time, Phil shook his head. “No, I should go,” he sighed out, bumping his forehead to Dan’s and putting his hand on his knee, squeezing it lightly. “My writing journal is due today and I don’t want to deal with asking another professor for another extension. Better to just get it over with.”

Dan was beaming at him and he looked so full of sunlight that Phil was afraid he might burst. Phil gave him a quizzical stare, and if Dan was a dog with a tail, he would be wagging it right then. “You didn’t freak out that bad!” Dan exclaimed as reasoning for being so excited. Phil pursed his lips as Dan continued. “You didn’t pass out, you didn’t start crying or have to leave. Fuck, you’re even going to class afterwards. That’s amazing, Phil!”

Phil was absolutely floored. He didn’t really think about it like that. All he had been thinking was that it was ridiculous that he was still dwelling in the past, that he was still panicking. Because he did panic, he did get anxious and upset. But this time, he had actually been able to get a hold of his emotions without something drastically changing. “I…” he started, and then laughed awkwardly, shaking his head in amazement. “Yeah, you’re right.”

While there was still anxiety inside of him, Phil hadn’t had a full blown panic attack. And it was while Nico was in the room. Every time Phil had imagined seeing Nico again, it had never turned out well. He had always thought he would freak out or pass out or all of the above. But this time, he didn’t do any of those things.

“We need to celebrate,” Dan joked, and it was then that he seemed to realise that Louise was still there. Poor Louise, who was just eating her food and scrolling through her phone without paying them any mind. She was so obviously trying to give them space, but her ears perked when Dan started to speak to her. “Louise, do you wanna buy Phil an ice cream?”

Phil laughed in shock, shoving at Dan. He shook his head in disbelief. “You can’t just ask people if they’ll buy things for me, Dan!” he scolded his boyfriend, giving him what was supposed to be a harsh look.

Louise jumped at the chance to be a part of the situation though, because she was reaching across the table and grabbing Phil’s hand in both of her own. With the most serious expression on her face that Phil had ever seen, she said, “I will buy you every goddamn ice cream in the world if that’s what you want.”

They stared at each other. Phil with his mouth hanging open and Louise with an unreadable expression. The longer they stared, the more laughter built up inside of Phil at the absurdity of the situation, and then they were both giggling. Louise squeezed his hand. “Seriously, Phil. I’m buying you ice cream whether you like it or not.”

“Fine,” Phil huffed. “Let’s have a full blown party in that case. I expect strippers.”

“Can’t forget the strippers. They’re essential,” Dan said.

Louise nodded and pulled out a mini notebook from her purse, jotting something down inside of it with a pink pen. “Got it. Ice cream and strippers. I’ll throw Phil the best gosh darn anti-panic-attack party there ever was and you better be there. Or else.”

Phil didn’t know what the or else meant, but he knew that he was going to be there for sure, surrounded by people who he loved and cared about, and who felt the same for him. Because this was the kind of thing that people should throw parties for apparently, and he was just going to have to accept that.

Accepting it wasn’t very hard, after all.

Chapter Thirty-Four

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poeticandors · 7 years ago

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I’ll Come Back For You Part 4

Poe Dameron x Reader

I’ll Come Back for You

Summary: Y/N is finally reunited with her father after he went away years ago. Her father begins to explain to her why he left, but is cut off when some unexpected visitors board the cargo freighter.

Warnings: A couple of curse words

A/N: I JUST SAW THE LAST JEDI AND IM LIVING. This also gave me inspiration to finish re-editing this fic faster just so I can create a part two to this series. But I am going to wait until after Christmas to start doing so (mostly because I will have watched it at least 7-15 times lololol). So do not fret everyone! NO spoilers until at least Christmas.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

I do not own anything!!!!

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Something was wrong. You didn’t know what, but something was…off. Your soul felt extremely heavy and sorrow was coursing through your veins. Like how it feels when people are…

You needed to find your parents quick.

It was sort of an accident that you found out you were Force sensitive. Ever since your brother left to train with your uncle, you had been feeling enraged and would even lash out unintentionally. Your mother took notice of this and, after she spoke with you, decided it would be best to contact her brother.

It was funny, really, the fact that even though you were adopted, you were somehow born with the Force flowing strong within you. That you were brought to live with one of the more famous Force sensitive families that ever lived.

Apparently the Force does work in mysterious ways.

After talking with Luke, you and he both agreed that you wouldn’t train the ways of the Force. You didn’t want to because you felt like you were needed with the Resistance, while Luke had a different reason he dared not tell you.

Even though you weren’t training, you had what was called Force Empathy—a much stronger empathy like that of Master Yoda. You were able to sense the feelings and tensions of those around you, as well as sense when others, mostly those who were Force sensitive or that you had a strong connection with, had died or been injured.

The feelings you had been having were darker and became so more frequently. Something terrible was going to happen. Which was why you were in search for your parents.

Making your way through the base, you eventually found your parents. As you approached them, the looks on their faces were enough to tell you that something had just happened. Something terrible.

Not only was it hard for your parents, dealing with what your brother had done, but it was also hard on you. Your parents were fighting more and more each day—blaming each other for their son going to the Dark side—leaving you to be the mediator.

No matter how much you tried to get them to reason with one another, it was pointless. Eventually, they even chose to ignore you—not paying you any mind.

Was it because you weren’t truly their child? That they could only be bothered with the child that was born from them?

Your other uncle, Chewie, was the one to take notice of how you rarely left your room. When he talked with you, you told him how neglected you felt and how you felt just because you were adopted, that you didn’t matter as much.

Boy, did Chewie give a mouthful to your parents.

It wasn’t long for your parents to put aside their differences and sit down with you. They started off for telling you how sorry they were for neglecting you and that they didn’t mean to hurt you—that you were just as much as their child as Ben was and that they could never stop loving you, despite the circumstances.

You felt a little better, as well as a little foolish to think that your parents loved you less because you weren’t their biological child. Because of how they both were able to stay civil for a while, you believed things were starting to get better.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

You caught sight of your father, who was packing up some stuff and handing the crates to your Uncle Chewie to put onto the Millennium Falcon.

“Dad!” Your father froze, slowly turning to watch you make your way towards him.

Running straight into his arms, you could feel his body stiffen as you began to sob. Suddenly, you began to hit him out of frustration.

“Why are you leaving?” Your voice cracked and your father pulled you close to his chest, placing a hand on the back of your head like he always did.

You were full on sobbing now and you felt your father rest his head atop yours, rubbing his hand along your back and trying to soothe you.

“Hey, sweet pea, it’s okay.” He said softly. “It’s just, not okay for me to be here right now. I need to go and I am so sorry it has to be like this.” You looked up at him, your eyes red with tears.

“Were you even going to say goodbye?” Your father hesitated to answer and he pulled away to look down on you, his eyes filled with sadness.

“Y/N,” You slightly tensed at the way his voice sighed your name. “You need to stay here with your mother. She needs you now more than ever; you are the only one right now that can make her happy. I need to go and do my job—“

“You mean you need to go be a smuggler?” He sighed.

“I just want your mother to be happy and right now I can’t make that happen. If I go away for a while, maybe it will be good for us. Your mother understands my leaving and I can only hope that you will forgive me. I am so sorry about this, sweet pea.” You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded, throwing your arms around him once more.

“Does this mean you’re leaving for good?”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily kid.”

“Dad?” You said again, this time more sternly.

Your father lowered his blaster and slowly turned around. Before he could say anything, you threw your arms around him, ignoring the pain searing through your arm.

“Y-Y/N?” He managed to muster out. “What are you doing here?” You pulled away and smiled nervously up to him.

“Well, it’s kind of a long story, but I have to tell you something there—“ Chewie lifted up the panel and pointed his bowcaster at Finn and Rey.

Pushing you behind him, your dad walked up to Chewie with his blaster pointing down at them as well. Quickly, you ran in front of them—your hands raised to stop things from going further.

“Wait, Dad!” You cried. “These are my friends, Finn and Rey. Rey helped us escape from Jakku.” Slowly, they lowered their weapons.

“Well, where is the rest of the crew? Who’s the pilot?”

“I’m the pilot!” Exclaimed Rey and your father raised his eyebrows.

“You?” He asked, Chewie growling in question.

“No, it’s true we were the only ones on board Dad.”

“You guys can understand that thing?” Finn asked, looking between you, Rey, and your father.

“And that thing can understand you too, so watch it.” Your dad began to wave his blaster, motioning for them to get out and they complied.

While they were getting out, your father began to ask where they found his ship and Rey told him.

“Well, you tell him that Han Solo stole back the Millennium Falcon for good.” Your dad grumbled as he began walking away from your friends, pulling you with him.

“This is the Millennium Falcon? You’re Han Solo?” Rey asked behind you.

“I used to be.”

“Wait,” You heard Finn say. “Han Solo the Rebellion general?”

“No, the smuggler.” Rey replied back with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“No,” You turned to look back at them and smiled. “My father.” Your father dragged you to the front of the ship and gave you a concerned, but also annoyed look.

“What are you doing here, kid?”

“Oh hello dad, it’s nice to see you too. I’ve been doing really fine ever since you left, thanks for asking. I’ve really missed you too.” You laced your arms across your chest, annoyance lacing your voice.

He sighed.

“I just want to know why you are out here away from your mother.” He glanced down at your arm and as you unwrapped your arms to place it behind your back, he gently grabbed it. “And what happened to your arm?” Wincing as you pulled it out of his grasp; you saw how he was looking at you with sad eyes.

“Well, long story short, we were running from some TIE Fighters, they shot near us, and I got thrown in the air like a rag doll and landed on my arm pretty hard.” Han gave you a disapproving look and walked away, pointing to Finn and Rey.

“Chewie, put these guys in a pod and we will drop them off at the nearest inhabited planet.” Before he could walk away, you called after him.

“What? No, dad they are my friends. Plus, we have to get BB-8 back to the Resistance, which was mine and Poe’s mission. He is carrying a map to Unc- Luke Skywalker.” Your dad stopped walking and turned slowly towards the three of you.

“You are the Han Solo that fought with the Rebellion.” Finn stated. “You knew him.”

“Yeah, I knew him.” Before anyone could say anything, there was a loud thud and everyone got a confused look, except your father who began to walk past you all.

“Don’t tell me a Rathtar’s gotten loose.”

“Wait what? You have Rathtar’s on this freighter?” You and Finn asked simultaneously.

You had sounded more excited while Finn had looked more frightened. Finn shot you a look and you tried to hide your excitement.

“I’m hauling Rathtar’s.” Your father proceeded to look at some screens, where you saw another ship boarding the freighter.

“Uh, dad?” You nodded towards the screen. “Who is that?”

“It’s the Guavian Death Gang.”

“Well that’s just wonderful, still getting in all types of trouble with other smugglers, aren’t we?” Han began to walk away and you motioned for Finn, Rey, and BB-8 to follow you.

You followed him around the freighter, lecturing him about how he will never learn and always gets into trouble, Chewie agreeing with you for the most part. He stopped you all at a door that led underneath the floor and motioned for you all, except BB-8, to go underneath. Finn and Rey did as they were told, but you stayed in your spot, giving your dad a look that told him you weren’t going anywhere.

“If BB-8 stays then I am staying to.” Your father huffed in annoyance but you ignored it. “What are you going to do in the mean time?”

“The same thing I always do.” He shrugged. “Talk my way out of it.” Chewie looked down at you the same time you looked up and spoke at the same time.

“Well…” Han pointed a finger at both you and Chewie,

“Yes I do. Every time.” He said and you smiled.

The sound of doors hissing open caused you to stop in place. Standing behind your father, you motioned for BB-8 to stand closer to you as footsteps came closer to you all.

The footsteps came to a stop and you looked past your father to see six men standing in place, all with red and black uniforms, and another walking forward. He didn’t have the same uniform as the other guys and you concluded he was the leader. And he did not look happy.

“Han Solo.” He said blankly. ”You’re a dead man.”

“Well what’s the problem?” Your dad asked calmly.

Bala-Tik, the leaders’ name, proceeded to tell your father how he gave him 50,000 credits to complete this job and mentioned that another gang did as well. Your father continued to deny it and all you could do was shake your head.

Bala-Tik had taken notice of you and kept eyeing you while continuing to talk to your father. Feeling uncomfortable under his watch, you scooted behind your dad so you were out of his view.

“I never made a deal with Kanjiklub.” Your father raised his hands in defense.

“Tell that to Kanjiklub.” Bala-Tik motioned behind you, causing you all to turn your head to the other end of the hallway.

Glaring at your dad, you continued to stay silent as your dad was trying to bullshit his way out of this.

“Boys, you’re both gonna get what I promised. Have I ever not delivered for you before?”

“Yes.” Bala-Tik’s gaze landed on you once more as you weren’t hidden behind your father anymore and you looked away.

The other leader spoke too and you watched Chewie simply nod at whatever he said. Looking to see if Bala-Tik was still staring at you, he smirked at you, in which you just glared daggers back at him. He glanced down at BB-8 and nodded.

“That BB unit, the First Order is looking for one just like it, as well as three fugitives. One of which is standing right behind you.” You and BB-8 moved farther behind your dad.

“It’s the first I’ve heard of it.” Footsteps behind and in front of you began to make their way closer, but stopped when a distant roaring filled the hall.

“I got a bad feeling about this.” You and your dad said at the same time.

Looking up at your father, he motioned for you to run and you did not hesitate to listen as you told BB-8 to follow you.

“Kill them!” Bala-Tik yelled. “And grab the droid and the girl!” A Rathtar screech suddenly became closer and you began to run faster as you heard the sickening sound of people screaming and being eaten.

You kept zig-zagging through the hallways when a Rathtar screech came from behind you. Looking to the right, you saw a plethora of metal crates stacked up and around each other and motioned for BB-8 to go first.

As soon as you were about to follow, a hand gripped harshly onto your bad arm. You whimpered as a hand made its way to cover your mouth and you were pulled against a hard chest.

“Sshhh, don’t struggle.” Bala-Tik’s familiar voice whispered into your ears and you cringed. “You and that droid are worth quite a big sum of credits. Well, mostly the droid. I think they wouldn’t mind if I got to keep you.” Chills went down your back and you shook your head, which he only chuckled at.

Bala-Tik began to push you forward, when suddenly a Rathtar rushed past you, dragging someone behind them. Your eyes widened as you realized it was Finn and you began to thrash about, ignoring the burning pain in your arm.

He removed his hand from your mouth to reach for his blaster and you were quick to throw your head backwards. You heard a crunch and he released your arm to cover his nose. Clenching your jaw, you turned towards him and kicked him in the place that doesn’t shine.

“I don’t like to be manhandled!” You said harshly before you turned and began running in search of Finn.

“C’mon BB-8, we need to help Finn!” Going the direction the Rathtar went, you saw Finn trying to reach out for you.

Running as fast as you could, you reached your good hand out for Finn, trying to avoid the tentacles that were flying near your face.

“Y/N!” Finn yelled, “Help!” Suddenly, the doors in front of you shut, cutting the tentacles that were holding Finn and you rushed to help Finn up.

As you removed the still moving tentacles off of him, you and Finn both yelped in surprise when Rey ran up to you.

“Finn! Y/N!” You both began rambling about how the Rathtar had Finn (you claiming he was so close to being eaten, to which he shot you a look of confusion, you just shrugged your shoulders).

Rey seemed unimpressed about the situation and motioned for you and Finn to follow her. As the Millennium Falcon came into sight, you saw your dad carrying Chewie up the ramp. You and Finn ran up to help Chewie, while your dad, Rey, and BB-8 ran inside to start the ship.

Your father and Rey managed to get you out of the freighter without any problems. You and Finn on the other hand, had plenty of problems trying to help Chewie with his injury. He began roaring at you and all you did was glare at him.

“Uncle Chewie,” You began to say while trying to help Finn with the wrap. “If you don’t let us help you, then I will personally give you another injury to worry about.”

“Uncle? This thing is your uncle?”

“Yes, now hurry up and help me.”

“What do you think I’m doing?” He turned back and yelled. “Hey! We need help with this giant, hairy thing!” BB-8 began to make his way towards you, but took off screeching when Chewie roared loudly at him.

Poor baby, you thought as you watched BB-8 roll off and hide.

“You hurt Chewie and you’re gonna deal with me!” Your dad yelled, causing you to roll your eyes as you continued to wrap Chewie’s arm.

“Hurt him? Are you shitting me, Dad?”

“He almost killed me six times!” Finn yelled .

Chewie reached for Finn’s throat, almost causing you to fall off of your seat, and pulled him closer. As soon as you glared at Chewie, he released Finn and you were finally able to successfully wrap Chewie’s injury.

Finally, you and Finn were able to wrap Chewie’s injury as your father walked towards you.

“You missy need to watch your language.” You raised your eyebrows and laughed.

“I’m a little old for you to be lecturing dad.”

He ignored you and looked towards the others, putting his hands on his waist and said,

“So, fugitives huh?” You started with the mission, how you and Poe ended up getting caught by the First Order and how Finn saved the two of you.

You also told him how you found BB-8, who was with Rey and that before the First Order could capture you again, she saved you, Finn, and BB-8.

“Ok,” Your father nodded. “So, where is this Poe kid you mentioned?” Sucking in a deep breath, you looked away from your father.

“He uh, didn’t make it. Finn couldn’t find him when we crashed on Jakku.” Your father pulled you into his chest and placed a hand on the back of your head, taking you back to when you were younger.

Sighing, you returned the hug and buried your face into his jacket, taking in the familiar scent of old leather and engine grease.

“I’m sorry about your boyfriend, sweet pea.” You shot your dad a look.

“What? No, dad, he is not my—“

“You don’t look the way you just did for anyone other than someone you truly care about.” He smirked and you pushed him lightly in the arm. “That’s how I knew your mother truly loved me before I was frozen in carbonite. She gave me this look and I just knew it. It was the same look you just gave right there.”

“Well I mean…” You paused and raised your eyebrows. “Wait a minute, frozen in carbonite? When did that happen? How come I never heard this story?” He chuckled deeply.

“That’s a story for another time Y/N.” He began to walk back, you trailing behind him, and saw the other three talking.

“You guys want my help?” Your dad asked, “Well you’re gonna get it. I’ve got an old friend who will get you and your droid to the Resistance.”

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weirdnessandlove · 7 years ago

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Bughead post 2x05 fic

*Part 2* About 4.5k words, lots of angst. Part 1 here

Truth be told, Jughead was still sort of angry at Betty. He understood why she did what she did and really he couldn’t blame her for going through Archie. He knew no matter the circumstances, he wouldn’t be able to break her heart in person either. He was angry because she hadn’t trusted him with this. She hadn’t told him about the letter she got at the Blue and Gold either. Then she hadn’t trusted him with the calls. She was being tortured and he could do nothing to comfort her. Mostly Jug was angry that she hadn’t trusted his safety. She made a decision for him without even bothering to tell him and she knew he hated that.

He pushed the thoughts away as he tried to focus on the dealings going down with the Ghoulies. Essentially, if the Serpents won, the Ghoulies would stop distributing Jingle Jangle in Riverdale. If the Ghoulies won, the Serpents would have to forfeit some of their territory in the southside, making the Ghoulies the larger landowners, if still the smaller group . The Ghoulies were bargaining for something else to sweeten their pot when all eyes turned to Jug. Not hearing the last bit of the conversation in his distraction, he straightened a bit, looking around. “What?” he asked, not understanding why everyone’s attention was on him.

Tall Boy turned to their leader, and said “No deal. That is personal, not clan business.” Jughead absolutely hated being confused but he knew he should feel relieved Tall Boy refused. The one who called himself Osiris straightened and turned back to Tall Boy. “These proceedings feel personal to me. We are willing to part with our major source of income but you insult us by only offering a small portion of land. That-” he pointed toward Jughead’s face “-is how you show me this isn’t personal. That you aren’t trying to screw us over…. Besides. The winner of the race needs a crown.” Oh no no no. He wasn’t parting with the beanie. He looked at Tall Boy, hoping he would stay his ground. Tall Boy gave Jughead a sad look before turning back to Osiris. “I guess we’ll just have to win, then.”

• • •

Betty paced in her room and waited for the next call. The Black Hood said he would give Betty the whereabouts of Nick St. Clair on one condition. Betty had to tell Sheriff Keller about Archie’s relationship with their late music teacher, Mrs. Grundy. Betty had went to the station and talked with the sheriff about it when he agreed that Archie was not at fault and sent Betty home.

When the phone rang she picked it up and the first thing the distorted voice said to her was “That is not what we agreed.” Betty answered exasperatedly “We agreed on nothing. You gave me a direction and I followed it to the letter. I held up my end. Where is Nick?” After a pause, he gave an address and hung up. Nick was at the Sisters of Quiet Mercy? Why? How would she get him out? The Sisters wouldn’t let him leave their custody without a significant reason. She would need Nick’s parents. Betty made the phone call and left for her office at the Blue and Gold. This had to end. The Black Hood couldn’t continue hurting people in Riverdale.

By the time she arrived and had gotten into the office, Betty had a plan. She took a picture of the murder board her and Jug had created after Jason Blossoms murder to be saved for later and then emptied the board, instead replacing it with a sign up top that said “Black Hood.” It felt wrong to be working on this without Jughead. They had solved Jason’s murder together. They had cleared his father together. “That’s it!” she thought. She locked the office back up and left for the prison. FP Jones would know what to do about Jughead and if investigative skills were at all hereditary, he could point Betty in the right direction. Plus it’s not as if the Black Hood could threaten him either. He’d been moved out of the county jail into a secure facility while the judge deliberated on his sentence for helping cover up Jason’s murder.

An hour later she was sitting waiting for Forsythe Pendleton Jones II and for the first time in a while she found herself smiling. Today felt like progress. When he sat down he seemed surprised to see her. Picking up the phone off the receiver he said, “Betty. Is Jughead okay? What is going on?” She wondered if Jughead had told him about the breakup yet. “Yes Mr. Jones. He’s doing fine. Healing well, I think. Truth be told I haven’t seen as much of him the past few days. He’s racing the Ghoulies tonight.”

FP didn’t seem to understand. “Healing? Was he in an accident? Why is he racing the Ghoulies?! Only official mem….” Betty saw his face change in comprehension and she realized Jug hadn’t told him about his initiation. “He joined up?” Betty nodded slowly. She noticed their similar mannerisms when FP turned his head, jaw ticking. He was trying not to cry. She felt terrible he found out this way. “He’s doing fine from what I understand. Archie talked to him and relayed to me that he’s doing it to keep the peace. He’s trying to stop bloodshed. He’s filling your shoes.” Betty hoped this would ease whatever he was feeling.

FP turned back to Betty, reading more into her words. “Why did Archie relay it to you? Why didn’t Jug tell you himself?” She took a deep breath. This was not going to be an easy conversation. “That’s sort of why I came down here Mr. Jones. The man who shot Archie’s dad told me he’d hurt Jughead. He’s been calling me and making me do all these things or he’ll hurt people. He calls himself-” “The Black Hood. Yeah I know. That Jughead did tell me about.” Betty put her head in her hand. “The Black Hood forced me to break up with him. I had to do it to keep him safe. I need to find out who he is so I can end this cat and mouse game and get my Juggie back.” FP sat back and waited for her to meet his eyes, giving her a proud look “Aren’t you Betty Cooper?”

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The Serpents arrived early to the meet for the race, wanting to scope everything out ahead of time. When they finished up, they stood in a group as Tall Boy made an announcement. “Alright listen up! We’ve all been pretty clear about staying out of northsider business. They have no love lost for us. Except one. By now you all know Betty Cooper. She solved the murder of the Blossom kid and got FP off the hook for it. Girl has more balls than most of us I’m ashamed to admit.” Most in the crowd looked incredulous at the statement but there were a few that nodded shamefully.

“Well, Betty is Jughead’s old lady and this ‘Hood character is making her life a living hell. We can’t sit by and let this happen to her. So now she is officially under our protection.” Tall Boy paused for a second for murmuring to die down. “Now we know this Black Hood follows her every move. If he’s following her, we’re going to follow her. We’ll find this guy out and put an end to it. And maybe once the mayor realizes he isn’t one of us, she’ll lay off our backs. You’ll all be put on a shift of Betty Watch. Report anything you see to Jughead. He’ll be running point on this. And remember... don’t let her see you.”

Everyone talked amongst themselves and Jughead looked over at Sweet Pea, who nodded at him. Toni came over to Jug and leaned her head to the side. “So are you taking first shift then? Sweet Pea tells me the northsider is bringing her here tonight. I think you two should talk.” He was about to tell her he had decided to race tonight when he heard the first cars coming up the drive. He recognized Fred Andrew’s truck immediately. Archie was in the front seat with Veronica. Jug couldn’t help but frown. Archie was supposed to bring Betty. Cheryl’s car pulled in next, followed by Reggie’s. Everyone had started to get out, Archie and Veronica, Cheryl and Kevin, Reggie and Josie, when Jughead noticed movement from the back of the truck.

Then he heard her voice. “Will someone please let me out?!” Archie cursed as if he’d forgotten something and went over to the massive bag in the back and unzipped it. As if on cue, Betty sits up and out of it and he notices her hands are ziptied. Striding over, he pushes Archie out of the way and pulls out his pocket knife to cut her free. “Why the hell would you do this?!” Jughead climbs over the side into the bed and reaches over to grab Betty’s wrists, ignoring the alarmed look on her face. Veronica popped around to their side of the truck. “Actually that was my idea. Archie finally caved and told me what was going on. She didn’t want to come and put either you or myself in danger.” Veronica shrugged nonchalantly. “So we kidnapped her. Also I told everyone about the situation.” Cheryl leaned over from the hood of her car. “Strength in numbers and all that. I personally can’t believe Betty wouldn’t tell us we were all in danger. Seems so selfish.”

Betty leaned away from Jughead a little bit and whispered softly “I didn’t want you to get hurt.” She looked at the gloves on his hands and added, “You said you weren’t going to race, Jug.” Jughead sighed and cut her loose before leaning back in to her and whispering, “Can we have this conversation later?” before jumping back to the ground. “The race is for my beanie,” he said for everyone. “I’ll be the one who decides it’s fate.” Before anyone had time to respond, more cars and bikes came racing up the road and banked hard, barely missing the closest Serpent bike to them. Most of them stopped in a row but one red car sped a couple laps around the meet site before skidding in next to the others Ghoulies.

Osiris got out of the 1940s Tudor and walked to the center where everyone was gathering. Raising his voice and throwing his arms wide, he yelled, “Let’s race!” and then he pointed at Jughead “For the prodigal son’s crown.” Reggie threw Jughead his keys and then walked over to wrap his arm around Josie. He pulled up to the designated track and got back out, leaning on the hood of the black Chevy while he waited for the customary opponents handshake. Betty wandered over and leaned on the car next to him. She bumped his shoulder and gave him a small smile.

“Don’t die okay? I’ve been actively avoiding burying the people I love lately. Don’t break my streak.” He gave her a small smile back. “I love you too. But we still aren’t okay, yet.” His smile turned a little playful. “Now stop distracting me before my potentially life threatening engagement. We’ll talk later.” Betty walked back to where her team was, throwing a “Get over there” thumb to tell Archie it was his turn. Archie nodded at her, smiling, before going to stand over behind Jughead as the makeshift ceremony started.

• • •

Betty went and stood in the spot Archie had just vacated, where Veronica proceeded to throw her arms around her and rest her head on Betty’s shoulder. Betty put a hand on V’s arm. Their men were going off to battle together. She crossed her fingers that they would come back unscathed. The four men got in the two cars and Toni stood on the line in front of them. Right as it was about to start, Cheryl leaned over and whispered in Betty’s ear, making her jump. “Don’t worry, Bride of Hobo. He’ll come back to you. I have a plan.” Betty turned and was saying, “Cheryl, No!” when the cars fired down the road. Betty could only watch in horrified anticipation of whatever was going to happen.

The race started off well but soon Reggie’s car started lagging behind. It all happened faster than she was expecting. The end of the line was coming up and she could barely see the cars anymore let alone the figures on the side of the road. What? She blinked and moved a little closer, hoping to clear her vision enough to make out what was happening. Instead she saw a lot of what looked like flesh and the unmistakeable sound of squealing brakes before the figures ran off. What the hell?

She turned on Cheryl. “What did you do?!” Cheryl put on her best innocent smiles and said in the sweetest voice, “Well nothing, of course. I just asked the Rivervixens if they wanted to help get revenge for Moose and Midge.” Things were getting louder now and the Ghoulies left behind with them were trying to start a fight with the Serpents. The Serpents obviously denied any knowledge of what happened. Still, with the red classic braking right before the end of the race, it was pretty clear who had won.

The cars were on their way back, not too far out now, when the Ford turned hard, colliding right into the driver’s side of the Chevelle SS, pushing it off the road. Just like that the world was suddenly quiet and Betty wasn’t really aware of what was happening as she broke into a full sprint down the way. She wasn’t the first to make it but she wasn’t too far behind. She arrived in time to see a bleeding Archie pulling an incoherent Jughead through the passenger side door. She knelt beside him and screamed for someone to get help while she frantically tried to find any major bleeding.

• • •

Betty sat in the hospital room, the pain in her chest overwhelming her. It’d been hours since the race and Jug was still in and out of consciousness. The doctors told her a bunch of stuff about needing time to heal and how she should go home and get some rest. Truly though all she could focus on was when they said if he came out of this state, he’d be okay. Betty needed to be here when Jughead woke up. She felt stuck to this spot like concrete until he opened his eyes. She ran through the events after the accident over in her head again.

She had felt the pocket knife in Jughead’s leather when searching for wounds so she grabbed it and started stalking her way over to Osiris, snapping it open right before Sweet Pea caught her. Toni carefully took the knife and they dragged her away. Dark Betty grinned in evil satisfaction when she saw the rest of the Serpents close in on him. The rest of the Ghoulies had fled. Free of Sweet Pea, Betty shoved Cheryl hard. Tall Boy had commandeered one of the Serpent’s trucks and they carefully lifted Jughead inside, Betty holding him upright while Archie and some of the other Serpents rode in the back.

They’d arrived at Riverdale Hospital and gave the staff a story about Jughead driving his motorcycle into a tree to avoid police involvement. Eventually everyone else showed up. Alice arrived and tried to take Betty home but she had yanked free and sat back down, before being surrounded by Serpents. Alice gave her daughter a horrified look, alarmed at her increasing involvement with the gang Alice had left.

Since then, no one has bothered her. The Serpents stay close but give enough space for her to have privacy. Her friends were in the waiting room, desperate for news. Betty held Jughead’s hand, his continued heartbeat keeping her sane. When his hand twitched she didn’t notice from inside her own thoughts. But when she felt a squeeze she jolted back into reality and looked up, seeing his dark blue eyes looking at hers.

• • •

Jughead knew before he even opened his eyes he wasn’t hallucinating this time. He hurt all over. He regretted his decision to even open them at all under the harsh hospital lights. But he saw Betty there with him and he couldn’t help the swell in his heart. Of course she was there. He watched her for a minute as she stared down at their intertwined hands, her eyes unfocused and her face set into this permanent look of dread. Even like this she looked absolutely beautiful.

He hated that she was in pain though so he squeezed her hand to get her attention. She jumped a little but when she looked at him and her face lit up. What he wouldn’t give for her to look at him like that forever. “Hey there, Juliet” he managed to say, if painfully. “Hey,” she said softly. “I’ll go get a nurse.” he tightened his grip on hers for a second. “How about not just yet? I’d like this quiet moment to last a little longer.” Betty smiled softly but it didn’t touch her eyes this time. He was truly grateful for her concern but the sooner he had to see someone else but her the sooner they were back to reality. The reality where he had kissed someone else and she was tortured by the Black Hood.

They sat there in silence for a couple minutes before he gently released her hand. She looked at him apologetically and left the room. Two minutes later a nurse and the doctor were in the room and ten minutes later it was flooded with Serpents and his few friends from the northside. Eventually everyone drifted off to go home except Betty. She was sitting close enough that he rubbed her back gently as she fought to keep her eyes open. “Betts go home. I’m fine. I promise I’ll still be here in the morning.” she started to protest but he interrupted her. “Betty, no. You’ve been sitting in that chair all day agonizing over me. Go get some sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”

• • •

Betty held the door to the trailer open with her foot while she propped up Jughead enough to hobble through. After two days the hospital sent him home and Betty naturally, had volunteered herself to be his nurse. She got him sitting at the dining table before she leaned back against the counter, asking if he would like some food. Jughead shook his head, dreading the conversation coming. He stared down at his hands, not wanting to look at her as he pushed her away.

“Maybe you should just go, Betty.” She brushed it off, not realizing what he meant. “What? Jug no you need help with-” He sighed, wishing she wasn’t so good for once. “Betty, I need space. You hurt me and I’m not over it yet.” She leaned back against the counter, sinking to the floor until she was sitting with her knees to her chest. As she opened her mouth to respond, her phone started ringing. The volume was low but it was that god-awful jingle he wanted nothing but to forget. She reached in her pocket and silenced it, which caused Jughead to really look at her, stunned.

He knew what he had to do though. The events of the last week proved they spiral out of control for each other. Tall Boy told him (impressed, of course) that she’d gone after a gang leader with just a pocket knife. Betty would end up getting herself killed to keep him safe. He couldn’t let her go down that path. Jughead steeled his voice and said, “Betty, you should go. He’ll be angry you’re here.” Jughead couldn’t help the sourness in his tone. “And we wouldn’t want to make him angry.” She looked at him, hurt by his words. He would give anything for her not to make that face at him but if he didn’t do this now he wouldn’t ever.

“You just don’t get it, Jughead. I couldn’t lose you. You are the only person that keeps me sane in our crazy town. I hoped once I explained everything that we could go back to normal.” He fought to hide his smile. So she’s fighting for him, then? His frown returned. It just meant he’d have to hurt her. He raised his voice a little, intentionally sounding harsh. “Is that why you sent Archie to do your dirty work?” She gave him an irritated and hurt look. “I didn’t have a choice.” His derisive snort in response wasn’t completely faked. “Just like you didn’t give me one.”

Now he could see fire in her eyes as she got defensive. Good. “What is that supposed to mean, exactly?!” The hurt he felt toward her when she wasn’t around to wash it away came bubbling to the surface. “You know me Betty! You made a decision for my own safety without speaking to me about it. I had no choice or even knowledge of what was happening.” He couldn’t help the contempt rising in his voice. “Did you really think I could just let that go?” Jughead swallowed a bit. “And then you hurt me in the only way possible. Do you have any idea what it feels like to go through that kind of beating thinking the only person you’ve ever told you love hates you?!”

She paused back for a second before she said quietly but with anger, “Do you have any idea what it’s like to have the lives of an entire town on your shoulders?” she took a deep breath and sounded calmer. “Why are you pushing me away?” Jughead couldn’t help the loss of steam at her question. “Because every time you walk out the door, I can’t help the resentment I feel towards you over breaking up with me even though I know rationally why you did it. When you’re here I can’t be angry at you, but in the end I am still hurting.”

Betty lowered her head and he barely heard her whisper. “Does Toni help?” What? Jughead slid down on the floor next to her, ignoring the screaming pain is his side. “What?” he repeated out loud. Betty lifted her head and looked at him. “I see the way she looks at you, Juggie.” Betty looked down at her knees again. “You stopped taking my calls when you transferred and…. And…” Jughead put a hand on her knee, hearing her sniffle. “Toni and I kissed. She spent the night to keep an eye on me after the Gauntlet.”

He saw the tear fall before she managed to wipe it away. “That’s fine. I hurt you. I understand.” She sniffled and then like a switch being flipped, her entire demeanor changed into bright and Sunny. Perfect Betty smiled at him and stood to get up. “You’re right. I hurt you. I should go. I’ll call… someone to come help you.” Betty took a step over and reached for the space right above his elbows, lifting him enough to get him into the seat as she stepped for the door. Jughead couldn’t let her go like this.

“Betty. You don’t have to pretend with me. Don’t do that.” She gave him a small smile. “Yes I do Jughead.” Her smile dropped completely. “That’s the only way I can do this.” and with that she opened the door and stepped through. He could hear her crying faintly as she took the steps.

There was something else he needed to know before she left though. With all the strength he could gather, he stood up and stepped over to the door, leaning on the wall for support. He pulled the door open and stood on the landing, calling her name. After the third time she stopped. He saw her try to discreetly try to wipe her face before turning back around with the forced smile. “Yes, Jughead?” He hated that this was the way she chose to have her last interaction with him. “Why didn’t you pick up? When he just called?” The smile didn’t falter even a little. “Because. He got what he wanted. Now I’m going to catch him for it.”

Jughead took a step closer “What do you mean?” Betty cocked her head at him a little and gave him a “You can’t figure it out?” look. “This” she said aloud before turning back around and starting to walk again. “Damnit Betty. Leave him alone!” He called to her. He needed her safe. That’s why he was putting up this ridiculous charade in the first place. She kept walking though and he forced himself to take the steps of the trailer and follow after her, ignoring how it made him feel like he was going to pass out. “Betty, don’t do anything stupid!” her voice drifted back to him even though she kept moving. Her voice sounded sarcastic. “Like investigate a murderer? I’ve done it before.” She turned her head a bit. “Go back inside Jughead. You need rest.”

He was focusing on one foot in front of the other, feeling more sick with each step. “You had a partner in crime last time!” There was a faint crack in her response. “Doesn’t mean I need one!” He was mentally cursing her for being stubborn. “Maybe I do!” Her steps faltered a bit. He didn’t hear whatever she said back since his left leg picked that second to give out on him and he collapsed to the ground. She must have expected him to say something because she turned around and saw him on the ground a couple hundred feet from the trailer.

Betty rushed over and knelt to the ground looking him over for more injuries. “What’s your problem, Jughead?!” she said angrily. “First you push me away and then you risk more injuries when I go?!” His Betty was back. He couldn’t help but smile up at her. “What can I say? You make me crazy. I was trying to protect you, you big dummy. But no. You can’t keep yourself out of danger.” She smiled a real smile back down at him. “That’s because you make me crazy too.” She lifted him by his hands and put his arm over her shoulder as she walked him back to the trailer. “Hey Betts?” Jug managed to get out as they were nearing the steps again. “Mhm?” He stopped so she would look him in the eyes. “Please, don’t ever do that to me again.” Betty looked at him with a promise that made his heart melt and gave him a soft kiss. “I won’t.”

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Requested: anon - May I request a Malachi x serpent reader maybe she is Jughead's older sister and they end up meeting and they kinda have a thing for each other but they don't say anything they just kinda fight all the time but with flirty jabs and insults until one day one of his guys target the reader and he goes crazy and ends up checking on her and they end up confessing their feelings with a really fluffy ending

A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to write again. My school has been absolutely insane like my teachers had projects due one after another with like no time in between so it had me freaking and I felt like I couldn't write like I had to be doing school all the time. And now with the corona, I'm like wtf is going on. So please request whenever I am trying my hardest to write again, request moodboards, and fics and just talk to me. I miss you guys.

Warnings: teasing jabs, a small fight

Word Count: About 1450

Being Serpent Royalty was not easy, you walked around with a target on your back. It was practically tattooed on you like the serpent that adorned your ass. It was a dangerous world in Riverdale. Constant fights here, getting arrested there, you name it and it happened to you. On top of it all, you were not just royalty you were the old leader's daughter and the new leader's sister when that happened the target grew tenfold. High School was a whole new game. The past few months the fights have been dying down. The serpents and the Ghoulies trying to live in some sort of harmony. We left them alone and they left us alone. It was important that we at least tried to live in peace, but that didn’t mean some people ignored the peace altogether. Ghoulies were still fighting serpents and some serpents would still fight them, you had to be careful regardless.

You were sitting waiting to get your lunch when one of Malachai’s men came up behind you hitting your tray onto you as you slipped on the food that landed on the ground and fell

“Haha look the serpent was too slippery for her own good”

“Just makes me more of a snack than you'll ever be Malachai '' You went out to Toni and asked her if she had any clothes to borrow. She did, however, the worst part of being spilled on was that you had to wear her cheer uniform because it was all she had in her locker. Cheer was not remotely your vibe, but clean clothes were better than ketchup soaked ones.

You finished your day out pretty easily. No issues came up at all, and you got to go home early from your last period because the teacher didn’t show up and there was no sub. You got on your bike ready to ride off before Malachai came up tapping you on the shoulder

“Are you a motorcycle? Because I'd like to ride you all day, and then sell you for a newer model”

“Shhhh. You hear that... that’s the sound of me not caring” Did he really think you would care about a line like that. It was like a backhanded compliment, you didn't have time for his shit, but in reality, if you are honest with yourself it did hurt a little bit. He wanted to ride you and trade you in, was he trying to kill you little by little. Usually, the jokes go over your head, usually, they are teasing jokes sometimes maybe a little harsh but this was different. Maybe you just needed a drink to ease your mind. You called Toni up hoping she would be down to meet you later in the night, and luckily she was.

Ever since the peace agreement both ghoulies and serpents have been going to the wyrm. The ghoulies never had their own bar, they just had their hideout, so in a peaceful fashion the serpents invited the ghoulies onto our territory, into our home and a majority of them were respectful.

You were sitting at the bar talking to Toni. You had spent the majority of your night at the wyrm dancing, playing pool and beating Sweet Pea at his own game, plus having a drink here and there. But having drinks always kept you in your head when something wouldn’t leave your mind.

It was like a game with you and Malachai. One person would say something the other would respond. Sometimes it was harsh other times it was fun, it depended on the day. It was always up in the air with him. That was the fun of it though, until it wasn’t. You started liking him, that was a fact you couldn't ignore, but was it okay for serpent royalty to like ghoulie royalty. In your head it didn’t matter, you liked him regardless, but in the end, it was hard because how would you know if he liked you. Part of you hoped that you would see Malachai there that night like you did many nights prior but maybe it just wasn’t in the cards. At least that's what you thought until you felt the familiar tickle of facial hair on the side of your neck.

“Can I buy you a drink”

“Great offer, honestly but I'd rather just have the money”.

You walked out after that, how could you stand there and let him buy you a drink when his feelings may not even be real, and it all just maybe a game. You couldn’t drive home because Toni was the one who brought you, and beyond that even if you did have your bike you were tipsy enough that you couldn’t. The walk home was eerily quiet. The sounds of the stones hitting your shoes every time you took a step, and your mind racing with the thoughts of whether you liked him or not. Games are fun until they hit you harder than you ever thought they would. Before you could even think you felt a hard hit to the back of your head as you crashed down onto the stone walkway. Gravel entering into your hands as you fell. You started getting up slowly as you felt another blow to the back of your knees.

“What the fuck…”

“Ready to have some fun Serpent Queen”

“One I’m not the queen and two you really fucked up Joel '' You turned on your back as he stood over you, your foot rising and swiping his feet from under him. You crawled away getting up as he stood as well. It luckily gave you enough time to catch yourself. Another punch to the side of his cheek, you wiped your hands off, the gravel starting to sting. You flicked out your blade from your pocket slicing across his cheek enough for him to let out a yelp. You didn’t want tonight. You were born a fighter, but you never meant to hurt anyone unless you had to. Joel was a Ghoulie since birth, not royalty but a loyal member to Malachai and the gang. He was young, naive, and didn't necessarily understand the peace agreement and what it entailed. He was angry when it first came out. Trying to fight every serpent in his path. You heard a gun click. Your headshot up. You looked into Joel's eyes as the barrel was pointed towards you. There was no way you were winning a gunfight. You closed your eyes waiting for the shot to ring in the air. And you did but it wasn’t at your chest anymore. You heard a thud, the pain of someone being knocked to the ground before the bullet could even touch you. You opened your eyes again to see Malachai standing ahead of you. You ran as fast as you could to a spot at the cliffs where you would spend your free time when you were younger.

Your face was covered in your own blood, hands covered in gravel. The pain was radiating through you but you didn’t care. He saved your life and you ran off without even thanking him. You felt a hand touch your shoulder

“Hey…”

“You saved my life” the tears flowed out of your eyes as he grabbed onto you, your back radiating pain from the first fall you had”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” “Don’t let go”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there”

“But I don’t get why you're here… we aren't even friends”

“Don’t say that Y/N you know damn well we are more than that, or at least should be more than that”

“But…”

“I like you, and yeah I’ve been an idiot, the flirty remarks a shit and I'm sorry, but I didn't wanna have the chance of being rejected and, and you never said you liked me, but when I saw you there. When Joel was holding that gun and he had it pointed at you. I think all the fear that I could ever feel entered my body. I like you Y/N and I needed to tell you” You pulled away from him, his hand coming up and wiping your tears.

“Wanna buy me that drink now..”

“I’d love to buy you that drink”

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