#riverdale sweet pea angst

[strrynigghts]

— series

— oneshots

[rootbeert]

Dear Sweet pea

A/N this is not proof read and first time

angst

Word count : 201

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Dear sweet pea,

I thought what we had was love but when I see you talking to her laughing, smiling. All I can think about is what we could have been or what we were a story together. I see she makes you happy 

I just wish we had a better ending to our story. Sometimes I get in my head when I watch the shows we binge watch on your couch in your trailer and think about how you would kiss me on my temple and cuddle into my side when it was a hard day at school.

Fangs and Toni stopped coming by to see if I’m still okay which is understandable because it has been 3 months since the last time you kissed me, looked at me, hugged me, talked to me.

School just started up again as you know, but every time I see you in the halls it feels like there is a ghost so in love with a boy that doesn't even know she exists but the boy and his posse doesn't care or are willing to spare a glance.

I love you and you loved me and people change grow but I didn't

—--Love Y/N 

[thefiresfromheaven]

The time has come, my friends, to say good-bye.

I have decided that it’s time to delete this account— along with the works that have been produced here— and start anew.

I will be reposting edited, revamped versions of all my work, as well as new projects that I have been working on for the last year.

For those of you that decide to follow me on my new journey— I so look forward to this adventure and can not wait to start posting.

For those of you that decide it’s time for us to part ways— I thank you, from the bottoms of my heart, for all the love, support, encouragement, and every interaction whether it was big or small. This blog has been my home for five year and even though I’m sad to see it go, I know that it’s time for growth and change. And none of that would have been possible without every single one of you.

Linked below is my new home, where I will continue to create worlds and build something for those who wish to share it with me.

Again, thank you all for everything. I hope to see you soon— and if I don’t just know that I wish you all the happiness in the world with all the gratitude I have.

With all the Love, Xx.

[pretty-restless-insomniac]

"You Made Me This"

WORD COUNT: 1554

FANDOM: Harry Potter

Mattheo Riddle x reader

SYNOPSIS: You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish.

WARNINGS: explicit language, mention of infidelity, mention of sex, angst, no happy ending

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"Oh shit. OH SHIT how are we going to get out of here?"

"Calm down, you screaming like a fucking banshee isn't going to help."

"oh that's fresh coming from you Riddle," you whirl around with an accusing finger.

"You probably planned this, you wretched gargoyle, damn it. Help please somebody! The door is locked!"

Slow irritating clapping came from behind you, "Wow y/n you're a fucking genius. The door IS locked, it's fucking night time! We're in a prohibited area. All the professors are patrolling the lower corridors."

You just glare at him and gesture for him to fuck off. You sigh and lean against the wall to assess your situation. One, you just wanted a pretty isolated place to listen to your music and cry a little. Two, you did not expect to see Mattheo Riddle in your place in the bell tower, clearly smoking whatever he pleases. Stunned you didn't get to wedge a book into the door so it wouldn't lock. That's how you find yourself at number three. You're trapped in the bell tower, after curfew, now very obviously smelling like pot and yay who's your partner in solitude?

Mattheo Fucking Riddle.

He seemed surprised to see you as well but why should he be? You were the one to show him this place, somewhere you two could just exist in each other's company. A place where not even war could bother you both. Before he fucked up of course.

All in good time.

"Maybe instead of being a nuisance you could instead find us a way out then, Riddle."

He drops from the beam he was smoking on and slowly corners you, looking almost confused.

"That's not my name princess," he leans in to grab your hand but you just shake him off. How fucking DARE he. He has to be the most ignorant wizard in the world.

"I am Not your princess, Riddle."

He just stands across from you, folded arms mirroring yours . That stupid smirk back in its place .

"Now when did we decide that? Last time I checked, whose name did you scream last time I had you. Who made you cum till you shook, and gladly licked it clean."

You just stare back humorless, trying to keep your composure.

"You decided that Riddle, you know, the night where you fucked that Gryffindor girl."

He just throws his head back and groans. Your throat starts to feel choked up, holding back the cries you'd pray he'd never see. But now he's getting a glimpse of it

"Princess- y/n I swear to Salazar Slytherin that I did not fuck her. We kissed yes, touched a little but then nothing more I swear."

"Oh thank you Mattheo," you exclaim sarcastically, " that just makes me feel so much better. Please tell me that I did not walk in on you grinding into her when she was naked. Explain to me how the fuck that is loyal in any way!"

You jump up and pace a little anxiously, knowing that this night will be filled with cold hard truths. You just hope you'll hurt less once you say what you wish. Mattheo reached out to you again but you just brushed out of his way and sat on the winding staircase.

"And the worst part is," you take a deep breath praying your voice stays stable ," that was OUR bed. It was where we studied and had movie nights as friends. The bed you asked me out on, and later took my first kiss on. It was," you breathe shakily and are blind by the tears filling your eyes, "it was where you made love to me, for the first and many times after that. It was beautiful."

You're glad you can't see the reaction Mattheo has from your words but he soon knelt down in front of you cautiously.

"it was so beautiful- you are so beautiful my love. You have my heart and I will never again want for someone else. You're my everything. That was my first time making love as well, because I'm so fucking crazy for you."

You can help but laugh with tears in your eyes, "yeah right Mattheo. Riddles don't make love, you fuck anyone you want and toss them aside when you're done with them. That's what our relationship came down to, right? Getting your prick wet."

He chuckles slyly.

"That sex was pretty good- don't look at me like that! Fuck I'm sorry I was joking. Of course it wasn't just about that. I just keep fucking up, I can own up to that. I'm trying to be better, I want to be better. Only for you, y/n. Please for fucks sake, look at me baby."

So you do. And he nearly trips as the storm clouds ravage across your eyes. You stand and push him against the door, somewhat pleased to hear a nervous gulp.

"What's the matter Matty? Don't you want to know why you keep fucking up?"

You take a deep breath before sticking your finger to his chest.

" It's because you NEVER own up to the shit you do. You never fucking learn because you act like you don't know what you've done!"

You're screaming by the end of it, but his dark eyes now match yours. Must've hit a nerve.

"Oh yeah cause it's ALWAYS me? YOU left me! You promised and you lied. YOU promised. Don't put all the fucking blame on me princess. This isn't about some random bed warmer. I did nothing but devote myself to you, so what did I do that's so fucking horrendous!?"

You throw your arms up in exasperation, God damn, he's fucking cruel. You can't hold back the dam anymore, deciding to let all the poisonous shit that's been building up in you these past months out.

"You BROKE me," you shriek as sobs begin to pour out endlessly. You fall to your knees and look up to meet Mattheo's horrified face. You shake harder and try to take some deep breaths.

"Why did you do this to me? To us. Everything was great, I adored you, how was that not enough. Why did you let me find you with her that night? I-" you hold back a gag as you relive the worst night of your life. The boxers you bought him on his hips, hickeys down his neck. His matching promise ring is discarded. And worst, the smiling girl waving at you stark naked from her position on the bed.

Why? Fuck. Why, why.

"When I was with you, you made my life brighter. You were my sun and I held you close to me every night, remember? After every meeting with your father, when he forced the dark mark on you and you came to ME crying. ME. I was good enough then, but not worth it in the end."

He tries to interrupt but you just keep barreling through.

"I couldn't even face you after that. Call me a coward but every time I look at you, I feel sick. You touched her the way you touched me. Your lips fit on hers as they did mine, fuck Mattheo you were even holding her hand."

You start tugging on your hair, probably painting the picture of a psychotic breakdown. That's what made you hate him even more though, the shame.

"I can't believe I let you make me so weak, so willing for you. I fucking adored you, and you HUMILIATED me. You broke my smile. My spirit, my heart. And I will NEVER be the girl I was before I caught you that night. I can't even imagine trying to put myself back together. You killed the me you were once in love with. That is why you're Riddle to me. Riddles destroy."

You bend and put your hands on your knees trying to slow your heart rate. Mattheo just sits across from you with his head in his hands. He doesn't know how to react, what to say, what to do except to grab the key from his pocket and hand it to you, climbing back to his beam.

"You're right. You always are. It was a beautiful thing and I had to have it, even though I knew I would break you. You're just all I ever wanted. But I am only a monster to you, use that key. I got the conversation I wanted. The princess escapes the monster, right?"

He chuckled sadly, not even looking at you as you rushed to open the door. Thank fuck. Before you step fully out, you pause. You turn to look at the boy you would've done anything for, the boy you were so sure would treat you the same.

"I never wanted to be the Princess in your fairytale. I'm not perfect. But I know my fucking worth," you throw the key at him before grabbing the door on your way out. As you lean in to close the door fully, you catch a last glimpse of his eyes.

"You were right about the monster part. It's just a shame you've made me one too."

The door clicks shut, and you don't feel anything walking away. Numb, even to the cries of your name echoing back to you. 

[snowdropluck204]

Masterlist:

Key: Fluff ^ Angst * GN Reader # Fem Reader /

Please note that as far as I'm aware, all my headcanons ARE gender neutral, whereas my oneshots and series will most likely be female readers. (If there are gendered terms in my headcanons, please let me know so I can fix it!) _________________________

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Fem! Streamer! Reader

(Spencer reacts to his girlfriend playing and streaming various games!)

PT 1 Stardew Valley PT 2 Pumpkin Panic

A Date With Death (Spencer Reid x Fem! Unsub! Reader)

PT 1 PT 2

Magnetic Force (Spencer Reid x Fem! Genius! Reader)

PT 1

Spencer Reid Headcanons (Separate Masterlist)

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X-Men

Never The Outcast - Peter Maximoff x reader

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Hazbin Hotel

How They React to You Being Powerful (And a bit InSanE) #^

(Alastor, Angel Dust, Husker, Lucifer)

How You React to Angel Dust Speaking Italian ^#

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Harry Potter Characters

Second Chances ^*/ (Mattheo Riddle x Fem! Reader)

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Hogwarts Legacy

If You Let Me ^*/ (Sebastian Sallow x Fem! Reader)

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Stranger Things

Honey ^/ (Steve Harrington x Single Mother! Reader)

PT 1 PT 2

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Riverdale

Sweetness ^/* (Sweet Pea x Fem! Reader)

PT 1

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BNHA (Headcanons)

Comforting Their SO ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How Your Relationship Started ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How They React to Their SO Getting Sick ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How They React to Their SO Getting Stalked ^*#

PT 1 (Sero, Shinsou, Tokoyami, Shigaraki)

PT 2 (Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Aizawa, Keigo)

PT 3 (Kurogiri, Dabi, Toga)

How They Would React to an SO Taller/Shorter Than Them ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How You Two Would Sleep ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

PT 2 (Hawks, Eraser Head, Fatgum, Mirko, Midnight, Present Mic)

Their SO Comforts Them ^*#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

Yandere Headcanons *#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

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BNHA (Series)

You're My Prize (Shoto Todoroki x Mafia! Fem! Reader) ^*/

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3

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Haikyuu!! (Headcanons)

How You Two Sleep ^#

PT 1 - Captains (Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kita, Ushijima)

Pick Up Lines They Use On You ^#

PT 1 - Captains (Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kita, Ushijima)

When They Want Affection ^#

PT 1 - Setters (Oikawa, Atsumu, Kenma, Kageyama, Akaashi)

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Teen Wolf (Series)

Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful ^*/

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 PT 4 PT 5 (Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey)

Balloons (Stiles Stilinski x Reader) ^*/

PT 1

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[sm0k1ng-dr3xms]

⚣~ Masterlist ~ ⚣

⤥ Below The Cut ⤦

Index ;

✪ = Smut 18+

♡ = Fluff

☾ = Angst

⚘ = Fic

◤ COD MEN ◢ ;

« Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley - »

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« Captain John Price - »

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« Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick - »

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« John ‘Soap’ MacTavish - »

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« Poly!TF141 - »

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◤ Teen Wolf ◢ ;

« Stiles Stilinski - »

⌦ Stiles got a crush - ,, transmasc!reader ♡

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« Scott McCall - »

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« Isaac Lahey - »

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« Liam Dunbar - »

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« Derek Hale - »

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◤ AHS ◢ ;

« Tate Langdon - »

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« Dandy Mott - »

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« Jimmy Darling - »

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« Ben Harmon - »

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« Kyle Spencer - »

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◤ Riverdale ◢ ;

« Jughead Jones - »

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« Archie Andrews - »

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« Fangs Fogarty - »

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« Sweet Pea - »

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◤ The Originals ◢ ;

« Niklaus ‘Klaus’ Mikaelson - »

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« Elijah Mikaelson - »

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« Marcel Gerard - »

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« Kol Mikaelson - »

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◤ TVD ◢ ;

« Damon Salvatore - »

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« Stefan Salvatore - »

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« Enzo St. John - »

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« Jeremy Gilbert - »

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« Kai Parker - »

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◤ Shameless ◢ ;

« Ian Gallagher - »

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« Mickey Milkovich - »

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« Poly!Gallavich - »

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« Lip Gallagher - »

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« Carl Gallagher - »

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[ao3feed--bughead]

Our Solemn Vow

by MistyHills

Jughead and Betty are the King and Queen of a criminal empire and blissfully happily married… until Betty suddenly announces she wants a divorce without telling Jughead why.

Words: 12248, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen

Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, Cheryl Blossom, Toni Topaz, Sweet Pea (Riverdale), Fangs Fogarty

Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz

Additional Tags: Southside Serpent Jughead Jones, Southside Serpent Leader Jughead Jones, Southside Serpent Betty Cooper, Possessive Behavior, Marriage, Betty wants a divorce… or does she?, Violence, Mentioned Southside Serpents Gang, Protective Jughead Jones, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Jughead Jones Loves Betty Cooper, Divorce

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58580101

[fandom-smut-shots]

Fandom-based Masterlist

OAll of my masterlists have been sorted by book or series (Writer’s Block, etc) and I know that when I browse someone’s masterlist I enjoy being able to sort by fandom, so here’s most of my work by fandom. Older fics aren’t included because I don’t really want to draw attention to them, but you can find them in my other masterlists.

“Open” means I still accept requests for the fandom. “Closed” means I don’t. I do prefer that requests be made under my Writer’s Block list so that I can get it finished, but if you have a specific request you’d like to make, you’re welcome to as long as it’s an open fandom. Here is a list of characters I accept.

Multi Fandom

Shonen University (master)

Adventure Time (open)

Marshall Lee Abadeer

Photographs (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Death Note (closed)

Mail “Matt” Jeevas

Not According to Plan (fluff)

Descendants (closed)

Harry Hook

Book Shop (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Harry Hook x Carlos de Vil

I’m Sorry Kiss (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Mal x Evie

French Kiss (fluff)

Gilmore Girls (open)

Jess Mariano

Catching Feelings (smut)

Fruits Basket (open)

Hatsuharu Sohma

Out of Darkness (hurt/comfort)

Seductive Kiss (smut)

Year of the Cow (fluff)

Kyo Sohma

Home Alone (fluff)

Haikyuu (open)

Akaashi Keiji

Just an Average Day (fluff)

Kuroo Tetsurou

Favorite TV Show (fluff)

Tsukishima Kei

Awkward Kiss (fluff)

Helluva Boss (open)

Striker

Picking Up Trash and Calling It Treasure (master)

Miraculous Ladybug (closed)

Chat Noir

Dancing (fluff)

Luka Couffaine

Ride (smut)

Luka Couffaine x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Concert (fluff)

My Hero Academia (open)

Bakugo Katsuki

Sad (angst, hurt/comfort)

Bakugo Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou

Ugly Sweaters (fluff)

Chisaki Kai x Shigaraki Tomura

Coffee (domestic fluff)

Shigaraki Tomura

Flowers (fluff)

Shinso Hitoshi

Long Distance (fluff)

Play With Me (smut)

Shinto Hitoshi x Kaminari Denki

Bedtime (fluff)

Todoroki Shouto

Twister (fluff)

Todoroki Shouto x Bakugo Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku

Comfy Cozy (domestic fluff)

Todoroki Shouto x Midoriya Izuku

Enjoying Nature (fluff)

Once Upon a Time (closed)

Killian Jones

Forest (fluff)

Ouran High School Host Club (closed)

Kaoru Hitachiin

Stargazing (fluff)

Tamaki Suoh

Nose Kiss (fluff)

Tamaki Suoh x Kyoya Ootori

Night Beach (fluff)

Riverdale (closed)

Jughead Jones

Sharing a Shake (hurt/comfort)

Sweet Pea x Fangs

School Dance (fluff)

Voltron (open)

James Griffin

Fire (fluff) 

Keith Kogane

Boyfriend Does My Makeup (fluff, humor)

I’m Not Going Anywhere (fluff, comfort)

Pocky Game (fluff)

Lance McClain

Selfie (fluff)

Takashi Shirogane

Out to Dinner (fluff)

Takashi Shirogane x Lance McClain

Surprised Kiss (hurt/comfort)

[roleplay-today]

26f here looking for roleplay! Not replacing anyone, just looking for more roleplays.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Specifically Aegon focused ships 🤣 such as:

Aegon x Alicent

Aegon x female oc

✨Aegon x male oc

✨Aegon x Aemond

✨Aegon x Helaena

✨Aegon x Rhaenyra

Please note that the ships marked ✨ I will only play as Aegon, but the others I am flexible!

Dead dove warning! 🕊️Themes likely to include things like violence (it’s HOTD after all!), non-con, hurt, fluff, smut and angst etc. I don’t have many big limits or triggers so I’m open to whatever additional things you want to add! I also am convinced that Aegon has a lactation kink so bonus points if my rp partner is down for that (but that is not a dealbreaker so please don’t worry if that’s not your thing!)

RIVERDALE:

Betty x Jughead

Betty x Sweet Pea

Betty x Male OC

Jughead x Tabitha

I tend to only RP on discord but I can also do it via message on tumblr! It should go without saying given the nature of content we are exploring but I’ll say it anyway - please be over 18! No minors. I tend to try and match my partners reply length but I do ask that it’s more than a one liner.

Pop me a message/give this a like to discuss it further!

[ao3feed-jarchie]

i have friends in holy spaces

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iuLN06Z

by CowboyMcCoy

in the mid-1990s, jughead and archie have diverged from their small town of riverdale onto opposite roads; managing their respective bands, one being extremely successful and the other a stagnant work in progress. when circumstances draw them together, they find that they each have more to offer than what previously met the eye, and allow their mutual fascination to spiral into a relationship that risks not only their reputation, but their sanity.

Words: 3991, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017), Archie Comics

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jughead Jones, Archie Andrews, Toni Topaz, Joaquin DeSantos, Sweet Pea (Riverdale), Holden Honey, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Cheryl Blossom, Polly Cooper, FP Jones II, Fred Andrews

Relationships: Archie Andrews/Jughead Jones, Holden Honey/Jughead Jones, Cheryl Blossom/Toni Topaz, Joaquin DeSantos/Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper/Veronica Lodge

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - 1990s, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Jarchie - Freeform, Jughead Jones-centric, Bisexual Archie Andrews, Asexual Jughead Jones, Band Fic, Period-Typical Homophobia, Complicated Relationships, Minor Character Death, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Substance Abuse, Sexual Tension, I Wrote This While Listening to Radiohead's Music, Mental Health Issues, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/iuLN06Z

[blueberryreads]

♡·˚MISC. SHOWS TAGS·˚♡

STAR WARS

anakin skywalker  (smut, fluff, angst)

kylo ren  (smut, fluff, angst)

din djarin  (smut, fluff, angst)

obi wan (smut, fluff, angst)

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid  (smut, fluff, angst)

aaron hotchner  (smut, fluff, angst)

STRANGER THINGS

eddie munson  (smut, fluff, angst)

billy hargrove  (smut, fluff, angst)

steve harrington  (smut, fluff, angst)

MISC.

dean winchester, supernatural (smut, fluff, angst)

ghostface, scream, mostly billy and/or stu (smut, fluff, angst)

jason dean, heathers (smut, fluff, angst)

sweet pea, riverdale (smut, fluff, angst)

stiles, teen wolf (smut, fluff, angst)

bruce wayne, pattinson  (smut, fluff, angst)

aemond targaryen (smut, fluff, angst)

ajax petropolus, wednesday (smut, fluff, angst)

tangerine, bullet train (smut, fluff, angst)

carmen berzatto, the bear (smut, fluff, angst)

BACK TO THE TAGGING SYSTEM

[findyourrp]

🌸26f here looking for roleplay! Not replacing anyone, just looking for more roleplays.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Specifically Aegon focused ships 🤣 such as:

Aegon x Alicent

Aegon x female oc

✨Aegon x male oc

✨Aegon x Aemond

✨Aegon x Helaena

✨Aegon x Rhaenyra

Please note that the ships marked ✨ I will only play as Aegon, but the others I am flexible!

Dead dove warning! 🕊️Themes likely to include things like violence (it’s HOTD after all!), non-con, hurt, fluff, smut and angst etc. I don’t have many big limits or triggers so I’m open to whatever additional things you want to add! I also am convinced that Aegon has a lactation kink so bonus points if my rp partner is down for that (but that is not a dealbreaker so please don’t worry if that’s not your thing!)

RIVERDALE:

Betty x Jughead

Betty x Sweet Pea

Betty x Male OC

Jughead x Tabitha

I tend to only RP on discord but I can also do it via message on tumblr! It should go without saying given the nature of content we are exploring but I’ll say it anyway - please be over 18! No minors. I tend to try and match my partners reply length but I do ask that it’s more than a one liner.

Pop me a message/give this a like to discuss it further!

.

[hyungbean]

Locusts (part 2) | Riverdale

Summary: The Southside Serpents seek an alliance with one of the country’s deadliest gangs, The Locusts.

Genre: Slight Angst, Humor?, Some Fluff

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Gang Brawl

A/N: oooHh shoot, my Sweet Pea feels are shooting through the roooof.

Read Part 1 Here 

Sweet Pea found himself gravitating towards Y/N the whole time the Serpents were at the club, although she couldn't complain because she found herself being attracted to the giant teddy bear.

“So are you like the second in command?” Sweet Pea casually swung his arms round the back of her seat, drinking some soda. He knew better than to get drunk and possibly embarrass himself in front of her.

“Not officially. I’m going to be initiated on my 18th birthday, but everyone already treats me like I’m one of them. Perks of being the boss’ daughter I suppose. But since Chris is already 19 he’s the official right hand man for my dad.” You looked ethereal in the neon red lights, your hair falling in waves behind your ears, Sweet Pea found himself resisting the urge to run his fingers through your hair.

“Oh? Well what’s the initiation process like then? You guys kind of go hard core on the punishments so I can only imagine what the initiation to get in is like.” 

You laugh shaking your head, “Nah. It’s not difficult. You have to pledge your undying loyalty to the Locusts and it’s members. The second step I guess you could say is fighting me or Chris. The final step is just getting the tat. I was born into the gang so I just got the tat beforehand.”

“What? I mean it can’t be too hard then right?” Sweet Pea joked, earning him a solid punch to the arm which would surely bruise over the next morning.

“Wrong. Y/N here can throw a mean ass right hook. So to make it fair, father dearest said the rule is to try and stay alive for three minutes in the ring. But Y/N goes soft on them.” The pair look up to see a smirking Chris towering over them drinking straight from a bottle of whiskey.

“Now if you’re both done. My dad wants all the Serpents to head to our private room, we’re going to go over some terms and rules and all that good shit.”

Sighing, Y/N stands up first dusting off her pants and linking her arm with her brother’s before turning to look at Sweet Pea,  “Let’s go sweetie.” 

“It’s sweet pea.” He murmurs under his breathe, his cheeks heating up, throwing his cup over his shoulder.

They lead him towards the back of the club where two large bodyguards step out from the darkness, scaring Sweets so much he pulls out his pocket knife on instinct.

“Down boy.” Y/N says slyly to a tense Sweet Pea, the guards eyeing him suspiciously before opening the velvet doors. They walk down a narrow hallway lit by fluorescent purple neon lights, the booming music reduced to muffled thumping. They arrive inside a small room with a few couches and a pool table in the back.

“Nice of you to join us.” Viper remarks sarcastically, his children rolling their eyes before moving to stand behind his arm chair. 

Once the group is settled in the discussion is started by Viper who casually takes a drag of his cigar. 

“You want to know why I chose to associate myself with you instead of the Ghoulies FP? Because I believe that the Serpents have a greater sense of what brotherhood and loyalty means. I respect that. You and me, the Serpents and Locusts, we ain’t that different from each other.”

“True. And because we aren’t a vessel for pumping illegal drugs. Plus that Malachai son’a bitch ain’t exactly my favorite bitch in my contact book.” Chris says bored, casually flipping his pocket knife around. 

“Language you oaf.” Y/N remarks, snatching his pocket knife out of his reach causing Chris to pout.  

Viper chooses to ignore his kids as if this was a normal occurrences, much to the Serpents bewilderment. 

“You guys don’t deal drugs?” Toni asks, causing FP to look at her like this was already common knowledge. 

Sweet Pea narrows his eyes a little.

A high and mighty gang of practical assassins, making it to the top without dabbling in drugs?

“No. We deal weapons and favors. Gangs approach us all the time in our other bases in Vegas to ask for a favor, we happily oblige of course, but they are now in our debt. And we intend to make great use of their repayment.” Viper says proudly while leaning forwards, his eyes gleaming darkly. He looked powerful and radiated an aura of dominance, one that erased all doubts that the Serpents had before. Y/N and Chris grin at them as if sensing discomfort.

“The Ghoulies approached you guys?” FP asked after a few silent moments, also leaning forward in his seat.

“That’s right. Came by a few nights ago.. that Malachai kid got hit real good by my boy here.” Viper says disapprovingly to his son, shaking his head.

“He had it coming. You didn’t hear what he was saying about Y/N. Those wannabe nascar drivers got no respect for us, should have killed that pig when  I had the chance.” Chris huffs, staring daggers at the wall, Y/N setting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Well they can’t be too happy about getting trashed like expired cafeteria meatloaf can they?” Cheryl asks from behind Toni, eyes flickering from Viper to Y/N. 

“Probably not, but we can take them easily, what are they gonna do? Beat us in  a race really hard?” Chris remarks smartly, letting out a snort. 

“Don’t jinx it Chris. I don’t trust those ghouls.”

Before anyone could answer a few men burst through the door, holding brass knuckles and a few knives visibly poking out of their pockets.

“Sir, The Ghoulies are here, pretty sure a fight is about to break out.” One of them says in a dangerously low voice. Viper sighs, rubbing his temples.

“do they have guns?” 

“No sir.”

“A fist fight? My specialty.” Chris says, cracking his neck. 

“Told you not to jinx it dumbass. Now we actually have to kill a few people tonight, and I liked this shirt.” Y/N mumbles, running a hand through her hair.

The Serpents look at Viper, not exactly ready to march into a gang brawl. The siblings strut out, Chris wielding his brass knuckles while Y/N swings around his baseball bat, humming a song.

Sweet Pea’s eyes trail after Y/N, seeing how relaxed and in control she was, and he felt a sense of pride knowing she could take care of herself.

“No worries FP. My kids have this under control, why don’t you and your friends join us upstairs to watch the show, after all you all are the guest of honor.” Viper says getting up and clapping FP’s shoulder, leaving to lead them further down the hall. The serpents follow hesitantly, Toni moving to hold Cheryl’s hand. Once they turn a corner, they see a lone elevator with a couple of body guards waiting. 

“Balcony sir?” 

Viper hums in confirmation, going into the elevator first. Followed by the tense Serpents who look in front of them in anticipation. 

“Oh and make sure to get the mop and my brother on the line. I have a feeling a shit ton of my property is going to be damaged in a few moments.”

“Of course sir.”

‘How are they taking this so lightly. What the hell.’ Sweet Pea thought, watching as the elevator panel beeped and shifted from a 1 to a B. Once they step out, they hear the commotion almost instantly, recognizing Malachai’s voice. He was yelling profanities and as they reached the edge of the balcony they see the Locusts and a few dozen Ghoulies standing on opposite sides of the club, Malachai yelling up at Chris. 

It would have been funny in any other circumstance as Chris was almost a whole foot taller than Malachai. Chris stands there almost amused, clenching his fists while Y/N stands a little behind him, baseball bat over her shoulder. 

The Locusts stand tall, some weilding large daggers and chains. While majority of the Ghoulies looked like they wanted to be anywhere else but there.

When Malachai notices that his approach isn’t working, he looks around and sees Y/N standing behind Chris, his face morphing into a shit eating grin. 

“I don’t know how you do it Chris. If Y/N was always around me like that, I have no idea what the hell I’d do.” Sweet Pea feels himself tense and grow strangely furious at Malachai. He wishes he could be down there, pummeling the trash bag into the ground, although Chris beat him to it. The taller boy brings his fist down straight into Malachai’s temple, his body crumpling to the ground. 

Shit. Hope he’s not dead.

And that’s when all hell breaks loose as The Locusts and Ghoulies start engaging in a violent exchange of fists and knives, the noise of tables breaking and glass shattering storms in the ears of the Serpents. 

Jughead turns to Viper, “Will they be okay?” 

Viper quirks an eyebrow, “of course my boy, no need to worry. This will be over soon. But shit! Did they have to break all my stuff! This shit costs money too.”

“What about Y/N?” Sweet Pea asks, eyes searching the sea of black leather and broken tables for the small girl. Out of the corner of his eyes he sees Viper looking at him in amusement.

“You have nothing to worry about. If anything I’m more worried for Chris. That boy is strong for sure, but he isn’t as good of a fighter as his sister. He punches first before thinking. Y/N however eggs on her opponent, letting them show off all their moves. She learns their fighting style and knows how to beat them. And she always beats them one way or another. That girl is lethal. You should see her with her knives.. never misses.” Viper says proudly, although it seems as if he were talking to himself. 

Fangs claps Sweet Pea’s shoulder, “don’t worry, she’ll be fine dude, that’s one tough chick if I ever seen one.”

Sweet Pea nods, he couldn’t explain his quick attraction to the girl but he knew that he’d like to have her around in his life for a long time. 

All was going well as it seemed that the Locusts had the upper hand, many of the Ghoulies were laying unconscious around the club, some even bleeding out. 

FP whistles while his eyes raked over the unconscious lumps on the floor. “Y’all some trained fighters? I don’t see any of your Locusts laying around.”

“Not exactly, but we do train them intensely. It’s hard to become a Locust, and even harder to remain as a Locust. A lot of our members drop out because they’re not able to keep up with the life-style. It is what it is. But we still provide protection to those who leave.” Viper says, smiling genuinely at FP. 

“Great. A little gang boot camp.” Cheryl mumbles, causing Toni to crack a smile. 

However their attention is drawn towards the fight again when they hear your voice ring out loudly in the crowd. 

“Chris!”

-

A/N: part three coming at ya soon ! ;)

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Serpents and Dragons: Prologue

Sweet Pea x Reader

Summary: After her father’s psychotic break, Y/N and her family moved to Seoul from Riverdale. After joining a mafia group, she and her family wind up back in Riverdale. Nothing could prepare her for the wonderful things she would experience there, nor the horrific events that would change her life forever.

Content Warnings: Eventual smut, graphic depictions of violence and/or injury, gang/ mafia activity, cursing, occultism, toxic family, bullying, harassment, inaccurate depictions of mafia lifestyle and medical information. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING YOU READ! Reminder: I am not responsible for your triggers and cannot cater to everyone who reads my works.

Word Count: 1.4k

Author’s Note: Hello! This is my first piece of writing on this account so I hope you all enjoy it. I have not proofread this chapter, so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes. This is going to be a multi-part series and it will follow an adapted version of the Riverdale timeline. Feel free to like, comment, and reblog this post! Thank you and enjoy!!!

In the town of Riverdale it was rare for a newcomer to show up and even rarer for an old resident to return, but that’s exactly what happened the summer before sophomore year. Y/N Kim was born and raised in Riverdale, until her father had a psychotic break, which led to her older sister and mother taking her away to live in Seoul, South Korea. She wasn’t aware of her family’s affiliation with an international crime syndicate, known as NCT, until she turned 12. Her older sister had joined the mafia 4 years earlier, when she was only 15 and in love with none other than Jung Jaehyun, a member of NCT by blood.

 Their father had been an NCT member since he got out of high school and dragged their mother into it with him. That’s when the Kim family became NCT members by blood. Even though they had their blood relation to NCT, they weren’t forced to become active members. They were entitled to NCT’s protection with or without the logo tattooed on their bodies. Lana joined NCT of her own volition, much to the dismay of her mother, who feared she would end up just like the man she had once loved. Y/N, on the other hand, wasn’t aware of her family’s lifestyle until her mother sat down with her and had a long talk, knowing full well she couldn’t keep from her forever. After the shock and rage subsided, Y/N talked with her older sister, who explained in more detail exactly what being an NCT member entailed. On her 12th birthday, she decided that she wanted to become a full-fledged member of NCT. That’s when three long years of gruesome training began.

 It started with basic hand-to-hand combat, then escalated into weapons training with both guns and knives. After that, it was the psychological training, in order to ensure that she was mentally capable of protecting NCT’s secrets and withstanding interrogation. Once she passed her mental evaluations, they moved her onto basic first aid training and then negotiation lessons. Soon, she became one of the best soldiers NCT had to offer. She’s still one of the most respected and feared NCT soldiers, gaining almost as much respect as the caporegimes.

 This leads us back to six months ago, when Mrs. Kim passed away. It wasn’t a sudden death. In fact, both of the sisters had seen it coming from a mile away, but it still took quite the toll on them. After weeks of grieving, the sisters finally composed themselves enough to return to work. In the higher ranks of NCT, discussions were being held regarding the branches of NCT. The Riverdale branch had been dormant since the capos who resided there before left, and now all the NCT members who lived there had either hidden as normal citizens or temporarily joined smaller gangs, like the Southside Serpents and Ghoulies. 

“I’m just saying. It would be in our best interest to start running the Riverdale branch again.” Johnny, a caporegime and the consigliere, argued.

 “Johnny’s right, TY. While the Riverdale branch has been dormant, we’ve lost almost half of the members that were there to other gangs and lost about $20 million in income per month.” It was rare to see Doyoung, yet another capo, agree with Johnny.

 Virtually all the other caporegimes in the room agreed with Johnny’s argument, all except for Taeil, the eldest capo and underboss. “Riverdale has nothing to offer us anymore. All the drug and weapons deals have been taken over by other organizations and there’s nobody of importance for protective services. Besides, it’s such a small town, it would benefit us more to start up a branch in the big city.” 

Taeil and Johnny had been going back and forth on the matter since the meeting started almost two hours prior, which thoroughly annoyed Taeyong. “Majority is in agreement that we should restart the Riverdale branch, so I’ve decided that we will do just that. Jaehyun and Lana pack your things, you’ll be the branch boss and underboss, respectively. Capos Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, and Chenle will also be accompanying you in case of another incident like three years ago. We’ll also send a few extra soldiers to add onto the ones dormant in Riverdale. And obviously, Y/N will also be accompanying you.” Taeyong finished, waiting for confirmation from the new branch leaders and then ending the meeting.

 Once they had been dismissed, Jaehyun and Lana left the room and headed back to their shared apartment in NCT’s complex. “So, how do you think Y/N will feel about moving back to Riverdale?” Jaehyun asked.

 “ I don’t know, Jae. I guess it really depends on if her old friends are still there, but I don’t know how much our father’s… incident affected her.” Lana responded earnestly. It was true, Y/N had changed a lot since her father’s breakdown. She wasn’t as in tune with her emotions anymore and used the mafia lifestyle as an escape. Maybe having those old friends back will help her to regain some sort of emotional sentience, but nothing can be assured. 

Opening the door to their home, Lana and Jaehyun were greeted by Y/N sitting at the kitchen bar on her computer, likely typing out an essay for her literature class. “Y/N, we have some important things to discuss.” Lana said, carefully as if her little sister would scurry like a mouse if she were too blunt. 

Y/N closed her computer, saving the document she had been working on. She looked between her sister and brother-in-law, eyes guarded and suspecting. “What’s up? I don’t like how cautious you’re being right now.”

 Lana took a deep breath. Y/N had always been absorbed in her schoolwork, busting her ass to keep up her 4.0 GPA by constantly studying and working to improve her education. “As much as you love the school that you’re going to now, soon, we have to move…back to Riverdale-” 

Y/N quickly stood to her feet, eyes wide. “What?!” She exclaimed, nearly knocking over her chair with her sudden movements. “Back to Riverdale? Seriously?!”

 Lana, assuming her sister was upset, gently tried to calm her down. “I know you may not want to go back because of what happened, but this is for official NCT business.” 

Y/N quickly shook her head back and forth, “No, no, no. I’m happy about this.” The confusion written on Lana and Jaehyun’s faces would have been comical in any other situation, but the need for an explanation trumped any humor there was. “I can see Archie and Betty and Juggie again. All of my childhood friends, I’ll be able to see them again.” A sigh of relief left both Jaehyun and Lana, who were genuinely terrified that Y/N would be upset.

 “We’re leaving once this semester of your schooling ends. Monday, once office hours are open, we’re gonna start getting your credits transferred with the school and start contacting old NCT members from Riverdale.” Jaehyun explained, turning on the electric kettle he had filled with water. “After that, your sister and I will work on rebuilding the Riverdale branch and you will be enjoying your summer and rekindling old friendships, I hope.” He smiled, setting two cups of tea in front of the sisters. Small thanks were heard from both before slow sips.

 Lana stood from her seat, grabbing the cup of tea and heading towards her bedroom. “Since there’s only a couple weeks left before school ends, I would suggest packing up most of your things, especially your small things, beforehand so we can save time. While Jae is taking care of your school stuff and relations, I’ll be here all day packing up the apartment.” She nodded off before disappearing into her bedroom.

 Jaehyun, now with his own tea, whispered to Y/N before leaving into the same room. “Make sure to go easy on her the next few weeks. Taeil’s still making a fuss about the Riverdale branch and I can guarantee he’ll be harassing her about it until the profits start showing up.” 

Y/N nodded in agreement before reopening her laptop. “Got it.” 

The next few weeks were spent with constant phone calls, a lot of packing tape, and several moving men taking things to either be put into storage, sold, or sent to their new home in Riverdale. After a long 18 hour flight and 4 hour drive, the black SUV with tinted windows finally passed by the nostalgic sign. “Riverdale: The Town with PEP!”

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ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ ─ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴇᴀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? Yes, by Anon!

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Teenaged pregnancy was never easy, but when (Y/N) and Sweet Pea are members of Riverdale’s most infamous gang, the stress increases tenfold.  When a member of the Serpents is wrongfully accused of murdering a Northsider, chaos ensues, and Fangs isn’t the only one clinging for life after he’s released.

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Angst, light fluff, teenage pregnancy, miscarriage (no discription of event), descriptions of depression and depressive topics (miscarriage and the father's feelings about it)

ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, SouthsideSerpent!Reader, Established Relationship with Sweet Pea, Written from Sweet Pea's POV

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Sweet Pea X Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 7.3k

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ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea was seeing red.  His body was fuming with anger, his hands shaking as he raced through Riverdale.  Everywhere his dark eyes looked, people were rioting.  Cars were on fire, people were smashing windows, and fights were breaking out.  He had never seen anything like it, but he could understand why it was happening.  He had a burning rage within him.  His chest ignited with a wrath that he had never felt before.  He wanted to destroy everything within his path and cause those Northsiders the same pain he was feeling.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎They ripped his child away from him, and he would make them pay.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He decided to start with Riverdale High, where his troubles began.  It was there that Midge was murdered, it was there that Fangs was arrested, and it was those people that hurt (Y/N) and took his child away.  When he arrived, the front door was busted, and he could hear his fellow Serpents’ wild whoops and hollers as they destroyed the school.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Serpents!” Sweet Pea shouted as he crossed the threshold of the school.  His eyes glowed with vengeance as his voice resounded through the entrance hall, earning the attention of the Serpents on the school's first floor.  A few bounded down the stairs, curious to hear what their unofficial leader had to say.  Sweet Pea watched them crowd around him, their chests heaving with adrenaline and their mouths pulled into sick grins.  His eyes slowly took them in, sneering as he spoke. "(Y/N) is in the hospital.  Those Northside assholes hurt her tonight, and she lost the baby.  My child is gone, Fangs could die, and the Northside is to blame!  What are we gonna do about it?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As he told the Serpents the news, they started to bounce with anticipation and their fists clenched with irritability.  One of them turned and kicked a trash can, sending it barrelling down the hallway as trash flew out of it.  A menacing grin stretched across Sweet Pea’s lips as he raised a fist, his hand forming the sign of the Serpents. "I said, what are we gonna do about it?!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Let’s bring ’em hell!” A Serpent shouted, earning cries of agreement from the surrounding crowd.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hell, yeah!” Sweet Pea affirmed, watching as the Serpents around him raised their sign, eyes alight with a new type of fire. "Let’s burn Riverdale to the ground!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The Serpents rallied with one another, shoving each other with a newfound intensity to their motives of destroying the town.  Sweet Pea took off in a path of violence, pulling his switchblade from his pocket to slash through posters and throwing his fists through the glass in the classroom doors.  He was on a rampage, blood boiling as he destroyed anything within reach.  Punching lockers, kicking glass displays, dragging his switchblade through the walls.  He was a hurricane of destruction, and he wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Maniacal laughter fell from Sweet Pea’s lips, his eyes wild with a twisted type of glee as he ransacked the school.  His body was still shaking with anger, but the act of wrecking one of the places that the Northsiders held so dearly was like a breath of fresh air.  A misguided sense of clarity settled into his mind, telling him that this was helping him deal with the grief of losing his son.  This had to help him.  He didn’t know how else to handle it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The only sounds heard throughout the school were the Serpents shouting as they defaced anything in their paths.  It was a beautiful sound to Sweet Pea.  It was the sound of justice, rebellion, and revenge.  This was what the Northside deserved.  They deserved to watch their home burn, to watch it topple to the ground at the hands of those they spit and stepped on since the town’s founding.  It was time for the Serpents to take back Riverdale, and Sweet Pea would be the leader of it all.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea stabbed his switchblade into the wall, dragging it down with him as he descended the stairs, ready to rain hellfire down onto the next precious building that the Northside loved.  The blade slashed through a poster of the original Riverdale High building, his lips curling into a grin as a furious yell escaped them.  He threw a desk over, his determined steps never ceasing, even when Archie Andrews asked him to.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Serpents, stop!” Archie shouted at the other end of the hall where Sweet Pea stood.  Sweet Pea sneered, his eyes bright with a beastly type of glee as he strode down the hallway, eager to take his anger out on the redheaded Northsider.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He darkly chuckled, turning to address his fellow Serpents as he continued down the hallway, walking backward with his arms spread wide. "Well, fellas, looks like we found some Bulldogs to put down.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sneered as he faced the group of Northsiders again, eyes narrowed into a glare as the Andrews boy tried to defend his side of town. "Sweet Pea, I swear, Reggie didn’t shoot Fangs.  It was Mrs. Klump.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Bull!” Sweet Pea spit, “I saw Mantle with the gun!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Then you also saw me tackle him before he got a shot off!” Archie countered, his voice raising defensively. "It was Midge’s mom.  She’s down at the station.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yeah?” Sweet Pea’s brow twitched, taking the redhead’s resistance as a challenge. "And Fangs is still clinging to life.  Did you know that (Y/N)'s at the hospital right now?  You mangy mutts hurt her, and now you better pray to whoever the hell you think protects you because you people killed my kid.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea snarled, his lip curling with a horrible disdain directed toward the Bulldogs in front of him.  The Northsiders were too stunned to speak, and Sweet Pea reveled in it.  He glared at all of them, his jaw locked as he scornfully said, “And whether it was Reggie or Mrs. Klump who pulled the trigger or took my girl out, a Northsider put them there!  You took our friend, our land, my son . . . And you’ll take everything if we give you the chance.  So now you get to watch as we burn your school to the ground.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎As he spoke, Sweet Pea grabbed a trashcan and emptied it before hurling it into the trophy stand they stood beside, yelling in anguish before turning his fiery eyes to the Northside teens in front of him.  They watched with wide eyes as they prepared to fight, bouncing on the balls of their feet as they tightened their grips on the baseball bats in their hands.  Sweet Pea smirked, pulling his switchblade from his back pocket.  He held it by his side, his fist so tight around it that his knuckles were turning white before he flicked it open, letting the blade shine threateningly under the moonlight filtering through the windows.  His eyes never left Archie’s, his gaze sharp enough to cut him as his jaw clenched.  He was prepared to rumble like never before.  He was going to take the Northside down, Bulldog by Bulldog.  He would go through all of them with a smile to avenge his son.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎But, he never got the chance to start.  The front doors flew open to slam against the walls, earning the attention of the Serpents and the Bulldogs.  Principal Weatherbee slowly entered, holding his own baseball bat over his shoulder as he looked over the teens before him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What the hell do you boys think you’re doing to my school?” Principal Weatherbee shouted, his eyes narrowed as he glared at the teens.  Sweet Pea shifted, his fingers dancing over the cool metal of his switchblade as he stared down at the old man.  He didn’t care about getting in trouble, especially not with Weatherbee of all people.  He hated Riverdale High even before this; he’d gladly be expelled for destroying the property.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎What he wouldn’t do, however, was be thrown into a holding cell while (Y/N) was struggling to come to terms with losing their child, and he knew that was a possibility when Sheriff Minetta appeared beside Principal Weatherbee.  His heart hammered in his chest, and he made the split-second decision to run.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Scatter!” Sweet Pea shouted, turning and bolting down the hallway that he came from.  He could hear several pairs of feet pounding on the linoleum flooring, but all he cared about was getting out of there.  He never looked back.  He just kept running.  Even after he escaped the school, he ran.  He didn’t know where he was going or if he’d circle back to get his bike, but he somehow wound up in front of the hospital again.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Like the sheriff’s station, the hospital had a growing crowd of people surrounding the building, but his large, intimidating frame allowed him to push his way to the front doors with ease.  He immediately spotted (Y/N) and Toni at the reception desk.  (Y/N) was signing papers, her hand shaking as she repeated her signature across so many lines that she lost count.  Sweet Pea knew she was stressing over how she would pay for everything; that was a conversation they’d had several times.  It wasn’t as if her parents had good insurance; no one on the Southside did.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It was as if all his anger disappeared the longer he stared at (Y/N).  Just a few paces away, her hand running tiredly through her hair as she leaned on the counter, Toni rubbing soothing circles into her back as she checked herself out of the hospital.  He found that happening a lot; he wasn’t angry anymore when he was near her.  She brought him back from the ledge, back from his destructive habits.  She was his safe space.  And he left her alone in her time of need.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea took a shuddering breath, shuffling a few steps closer to her.  His hand shook as he gently placed it on her shoulder, his heart breaking when she flinched under his touch.  (Y/N) whipped around with a gasp, hands clenched by her sides before she realized who it was.  Sweet Pea carefully watched her.  He noticed how her arms twitched as if she wanted to hug him, but she stopped herself, and he noticed how she started to nervously chew on the inside of her cheek.  Her lip quivered, her chin wobbling slightly as she fought back tears.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’m sorry,” Sweet Pea whispered, reaching for (Y/N)'s hand.  His eyes stung with unshed tears, and he knew he was on the verge of losing it, especially if she turned him away.  He let out a long breath of relief when she let him take her hand in his, and he immediately pulled her into him.  His fingers wove into her hair, holding her head to his chest as his other arm secured around her waist, his hand bunching the leather of her Serpent jacket.  (Y/N) immediately started crying, staining his shirt with tears as her body shook horribly.  Sweet Pea bowed his head, his face burrowing into her hair as he also began tearing up. "God, I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea felt (Y/N) shake her head, the movement limited by his tight hold on her.  Her hands fisted into his shirt, pulling him closer to her.  Sweet Pea sighed, raising his head so he could rest his chin on the top of her head.  His eyes found Toni’s, and he mouthed a silent ‘thank you' as his arms tightened around (Y/N)’s body.  Toni simply nodded, her face pulled into a tight, sad smile as her arms crossed over her chest uncomfortably.  Sweet Pea knew she didn’t do well with emotions, and he couldn’t imagine how out of her element she felt.  Sweet Pea wasn't good at handling emotions either, but having (Y/N) in his arms made it easier.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I shouldn’t have left.” Sweet Pea said, his fingers gently scratching (Y/N)'s scalp before he pulled away from her, his fingers cupping her face so she could meet his eyes.  The remnants of mascara streaming down her face and her bloodshot eyes made him sadly shake his head, his thumbs running over the dark streaks and clearing her skin of the mess. "I shouldn’t have left you.  I just . . . I just needed to break something.  Or, honestly, a lot of things.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hiccupped, her hands tracing invisible patterns over his torso as she shook her head.  Her voice was quiet, sounding scratchy with exhaustion. "I know, I know.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she sighed.  Sweet Pea leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, humming as he felt her relax into his body.  He wrapped her in his arms again; he didn’t want to let her go.  He’d gotten a lot of his anger out of his system, which didn’t mean he wasn’t any less furious, but he could ease his mind off of it the longer (Y/N) held onto him.  He wanted to rip the Northside to shreds, but he could breathe and forget about it right now.  He had his girl in his arms.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, but he ignored it, wanting to keep even just a sliver of the somber peace they found themselves in.  Instead, he simply held (Y/N) tighter, knowing that he was probably the only thing keeping her together right now.  He shut his eyes, kissing the side of (Y/N)'s head as he held her to his chest.  He felt her arms tighten around him, her arms looping up so her hands could grasp the backs of his shoulders.  She had stopped crying, but her body still trembled with silent tears.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I love you, Sweets.” (Y/N) finally said.  Sweet Pea almost didn’t hear her; she was so quiet. "So much.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sighed, nodding as he pulled back once more to softly place his hands on the sides of her neck.  Her eyes were glossy, but there weren’t any tears lining the waterlines.  Yet, he knew that she wasn’t done crying.  Their grieving process was going to be a long, long road.  He rested his forehead on hers, the tip of his nose brushing hers. "I love you, too, baby.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) craned her neck up, letting her lips hover over his as she whispered, “We’ll get through this as long as you’re with me.  I can’t do this alone, Sweet Pea.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You won’t be.” Sweet Pea was quick to assure her, his eyes never leaving hers. "I promise, (Y/N).  I’ll always be by your side, always.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) nodded, her eyes closing as she eliminated the distance between them.  She sighed as she kissed Sweet Pea, her hands moving to his chest to grab the lapels of his Serpent jacket.  Sweet Pea returned the kiss with fervor, pulling her impossibly close as he poured everything he felt that night into her.  Love, betrayal, fear, anger.  Sweet Pea let a small groan fall from his lips when he pulled away from her, his chest heaving as he let out a long breath.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎His thumb brushed across the high point of her cheek, tickling her lower lashes as he met her eyes again.  He could see everything she felt swimming in her irises.  Exhaustion, love, grief, everything that he was feeling.  His chest tightened, and he shook his head again, his heart heavy with the realization that he had hurt her by leaving.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“God, I’m sorry.” Sweet Pea said, his voice breaking as he felt a new wave of emotions wash over him.  (Y/N) shushed him, her hand pushing his hair away from his forehead so she could see his eyes better.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) shook her head, and Sweet Pea watched as her eyes danced between his before she spoke. "You’re here now, Sweets.  That’s all that matters.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea sighed and nodded, his hands running up and down her arms as he tried to push away what he was feeling.  There were too many people around, and there was too much going on for him to lose his cool.  Toni slowly stepped up to the couple, her hands playing with her phone as she glanced between Sweet Pea and (Y/N).

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know things are really tense right now, but Jughead needs us at the Wyrm,” Toni informed them, clearing her throat as she broke the bubble Sweet Pea and (Y/N) had created.  Sweet Pea huffed, nodding as he grabbed (Y/N)'s hand and wove his fingers into the spaces between hers.  Then, the trio set off, piling back into Lucinda’s car so they could head to the Whyte Wyrm.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead met them out front, waiting with the rest of the Serpents that he could round up before leading them inside.  Sweet Pea kept (Y/N) close by, only letting go of her hand as they got out of the car, and the couple settled near the pool table, their safe space in the bar.  If (Y/N) wasn’t around, Sweet Pea always found solace at the pool table, focusing intently on the game to keep his mind off whatever was troubling him.  Toni headed to the bar, snatching up three shot glasses and filling them with the first liquor she could grab before joining Sweet Pea and (Y/N).  (Y/N) declined, partly still from the habit of looking out for her baby and partly from knowing that the painkillers the doctor had given her and alcohol wouldn’t mix well.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea gratefully took the shot, throwing it back in a large gulp and letting out a sharp breath as he set the glass on the table behind him.  He slung his arm over (Y/N)'s shoulder, keeping her close as they waited for Jughead to say something.  (Y/N) settled further into Sweet Pea’s body, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach.  Sweet Pea’s fingers found hers around her waist, and he gripped them tightly, essentially locking her against his body as her head rested on his chest.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead paced the center of the room, chewing on his fingernails as he thought.  Sweet Pea carefully watched him, his teeth pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as his nerves started to get the better of him.  Jughead was nervous, and it was putting Sweet Pea on edge.  He didn’t like how Jughead was acting.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You got something to say, Jones?” Sweet Pea asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked over the smaller boy.  Jughead glanced his way, his shoulders tense.  Sweet Pea sighed, trying to act nonchalant as he rolled his eyes. "Spit it out, man.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead sighed, a hand running down his face in exhaustion.  His fingers gripped his jaw, his eyes downcast as he prepared to speak.  Sweet Pea’s shoulders straightened, knowing this would be a colossal information bomb.  His grip on (Y/N)'s hand tightened, and his body shifted slightly as Jughead began to speak.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Ghoulies have been released,” Jughead announced, pausing to let the information sink in.  Whispers erupted around the bar, each Serpent now suddenly on edge.  Sweet Pea felt (Y/N)'s spine straighten against his chest, letting a small amount of space take residence between their bodies.  Sweet Pea scowled, and his heart hammered in his chest, but he fought with himself to remain centered.  He couldn’t let his anger get the best of him, not anymore tonight.  Jughead held a hand up, silencing the murmuring around him. "They’re attacking Pop’s as we speak.  Now, I’ve called my dad, and -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Sweet Pea interrupted, letting go of (Y/N)'s hand and taking a step away from her.  He felt (Y/N) reach out for him, he heard her quietly ask him to stop talking, but his protective streak pushed away his want to listen to her.  So instead, he took a menacing step closer to Jughead, “No, we’ve gotta do something.  We can’t let them just storm back into town like they own the place, okay?  We can’t allow that.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“We’re not doing anything, Sweet Pea.” Jughead sternly said, pointing a finger in his direction as he raised a brow at him. "We’re going to lay low, okay?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea scoffed, rolling his eyes as he squared his shoulders, preparing to go head-to-head with Jughead over the matter. "You’re really just gonna make us sit here and do nothing?  No, not me.  I can’t just sit here -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead rushed Sweet Pea, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and forcing him into the column behind him.  Sweet Pea grimaced as his back made contact with the post, but he kept the pain off his face.  Instead, he glared at Jughead, shaking his head as the Jones boy tried to intimidate him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You don’t have a choice, Sweet Pea.  You’re staying put.” Jughead shoved against him again, and this time, Sweet Pea retaliated and pushed Jughead off him.  Sweet Pea’s face hardened, his jaw clenching as he gathered himself.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You said it yourself.  The Ghoulies are back!” Sweet Pea shouted, standing to his full height and stepping toward Jughead.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead shook his head, turning away from Sweet Pea. "We will deal with them.  As soon as my dad gets back -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, so you’re not our leader, all of a sudden?” Sweet Pea countered, eyes narrowed as he pointed at Jughead.  He watched Jughead’s face fall at his words, which only emboldened him. "Oh, no, that’s right.  You’re just the guy that got Fangs shot!  You’re just the guy that got my son killed!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Watch it,” Jughead warned, but Sweet Pea barrelled over his words.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And now, Fangs might die!  And the Ghoulies are out for our blood because of the drag race you started.” Sweet Pea menacingly said, his finger on Jughead’s chest before he shoved him back.  Jughead had planted his feet so he couldn’t stumble backward, but the action did throw his shoulders back.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead fell silent, and in the quiet, Sweet Pea glanced toward (Y/N).  Her eyes were focused on the floor, her bottom lip quivering as she tried to keep her reaction to Sweet Pea’s harsh words inside.  Sweet Pea’s shoulders dropped, his angry stance disappearing instantly when he realized how crass he’d been with his words.  Jughead sighed, bringing Sweet Pea’s attention back to him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“An hour.  That’s all I’m asking for, Sweet Pea.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea felt his walls building back up, and he shook his head, rolling his eyes as he turned away from Jughead.  He needed space; he needed time away from everyone.  He marched toward the back door, fist pounding on the post Jughead had pinned him to as he passed it.  He heard the shocked whispers and exclamations at his revelation, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.  The Ghoulies coming back was just the icing on the cake, another thing he had to worry about.  Another thing he had to protect (Y/N) from.  He slammed the door shut behind him, taking a deep breath of the crisp April air.  His back collapsed against the brick wall before his shoulders slumped forward as he braced his hands on his knees.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea closed his eyes and shook his head, mentally cursing himself for being so cruel in how he spoke about (Y/N)'s miscarriage.  He knew he hurt her.  He knew his unexpected words ripped open the incredibly fresh wound of losing their unborn child.  God, why did he have to do that?  Why was he always saying the wrong thing?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The door opened and softly shut beside him, a stark contrast to his entrance into the alley.  He knew immediately who it was, even if she hadn’t spoken yet.  Even as a Serpent, (Y/N) was always so much more gentle than anyone he knew.  She was too good to be a Serpent, but it was her right to be one.  The Serpents raised her; she wouldn’t be where she was today if it weren’t for them.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know you’re feeling a lot of emotions right now, Sweets, but I think you should apologize to Jug.” (Y/N) softly said.  Sweet Pea sighed, and his head hung lower, shame rolling through his body.  Just another emotion he had to pack away for the night.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea steeled himself, letting his shoulders straighten, so his entire back rested on the brick behind him.  He shoved his hands into his pockets and let his eyes wander toward the sky.  He could see Orion's Belt, one of the only constellations he knew.  Of course, he wouldn’t know any of them if it weren’t for his first date with (Y/N).  She had convinced him to go stargazing, laying out an old, tattered blanket on the edge of Sweetwater River with their Serpent jackets as pillows as she pointed out all the different constellations.  Sweet Pea’s head lolled on his shoulder, eyes immediately finding (Y/N)'s.  She was leaning against the brick with one shoulder, her arms crossed over her chest as she peered up at him through wet lashes.  She had been crying, and Sweet Pea started spiraling into another round of self-deprecating thoughts.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea dryly chuckled, shaking his head as he turned to her, mimicking her stance. "I should apologize to you first.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hummed, nodding as she bit her lips.  She reached out and took Sweet Pea’s hand, her hand so small compared to his. "While I would appreciate an apology, Jug is our honorary leader.  He’s under a lot of stress right now.  We all are, and you lashing out at him isn’t helping.  He comes first right now.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, he doesn’t.” Sweet Pea immediately said, shaking his head as he stood up off the wall.  He stepped closer to (Y/N), his free hand brushing a strand of hair from her face as he urged her to meet his eyes. "You’ll always come first for me, (Y/N).  Baby, I hurt you, and I am so fucking sorry.  God, I’m sorry.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) stared up at him, her eyes still rimmed with redness from the emotions of the night’s events.  The corners of her eyes were starting to become irritated, a sign that she had been wiping her tears far too often.  Sweet Pea’s face softened, and his eyes dropped to her neck, where a single chain hung.  One of his rings was looped around it, a sign that she was forever his.  He wanted her to wear it on her finger, but the drastic difference in the sizes of their hands wouldn’t easily allow that, so they opted for her to wear it around her neck.  Regardless, however she wore it, it was still a symbol that she was it for him.  He just hoped that he was it for her, that he was the one she would spend her life with.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know you are.” (Y/N) said, her fingers squeezing his as she sighed. "And, yeah, I’m pissed as hell at you, but you coming back to me is more important.  I hope you know that.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea nodded, his mouth drawn into a tight line as he struggled to grasp how mature (Y/N) was acting about everything.  God, if he were her, he’d be giving her the silent treatment into the next century.  He knew that anything he said next would be matched with a wise statement, conveying how much she loved him with such pretty words.  Sweet Pea reached out and pulled her closer to him by her waist, the cool leather of her jacket feeling like ice against his hot skin before he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her lips.  (Y/N) sighed against his mouth, the hand not holding his wrapping around his head to weave into his hair.  She hummed, her eyes shut as she pulled away and rested her forehead against his.  A small smile danced on her lips, the first one that Sweet Pea had seen all night, and he felt his lips twitch to return it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Hmm, now that that’s settled, let’s go apologize to Jug, yeah?” (Y/N) asked, her eyes peering up at him with nothing but love.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea playfully groaned, throwing his head back in faux anguish. "You’re really gonna make me apologize to Jones?  C’mon, baby, stop bein’ mean to me.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) giggled, biting her lip as she watched the playful boy she knew return.  Everything had been so emotional, so serious, and Sweet Pea was grateful for this small break from it all.  (Y/N) always knew how to make him feel better, even if his mood was to come back two minutes later.  The couple reentered the Wyrm, (Y/N) intent on having Sweet Pea apologize to Jughead, but he was nowhere to be found.  A part of Sweet Pea was relieved; he wasn’t sure he had it in him to apologize for wanting to defend and avenge his lost son.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead got the hour he wanted from Sweet Pea because it was near that long before he returned to the Whyte Wyrm, this time with Toni and Cheryl Blossom in tow.  Sweet Pea hadn’t even noticed that Toni had left the Wyrm.  (Y/N) had settled onto the pool table, sitting on the edge as Sweet Pea circled it with his pool cue in hand, but his movements ceased when Jughead threw open the doors with a newfound determination in his steps.  Sweet Pea warily glanced toward (Y/N), rounding the table to stand beside her as his hand found its home on her thigh.  (Y/N) immediately placed her hand over his, and Sweet Pea knew that Jughead’s anxious entrance had her throwing up her defenses.  Something terrible had happened.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead found his way to the middle of the bar, again taking center stage as he prepared to drop even more news on the Serpents waiting for his command.  Sweet Pea’s jaw clenched slightly as Jughead paced, and it never relaxed as Jughead spoke.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The Ghoulies aren’t the only ones on the loose tonight,” Jughead announced, beginning his speech.  Out of the corner of his eye, Sweet Pea saw (Y/N) turn her face toward him, her brows furrowed in questioning and a silent plea for him to keep his anger in check.  His eyes flickered down to meet hers, and he gave her a slight nod before returning his attention to the Jones boy.  Jughead had paused, looking at the Serpents around him. "Penny Peabody has made a return to Riverdale, and she captured Toni.  I was only able to get her back on one condition: We rumble with the Ghoulies at dawn, or we ship out, and they get Sunnyside.  She wants the Southside.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead could hardly finish his sentence before an uproar started throughout the small crowd of Serpents.  Sweet Pea felt (Y/N)’s hand tighten over his, and he could see her body stiffen with fear.  He had to admit that Jughead’s words sent a wave of panic down his spine, but he covered it with a hardened stare directed at the Jones boy.  Sweet Pea’s eyes swept over the Serpents surrounding him, and he knew he had to speak up.  They were tired of folding at other people's hands; they had to fight.  They had to protect what was theirs.  They’d already lost so much, they couldn’t just hand Penny Peabody the Southside like wounded puppies.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea opened his mouth to speak, but Jughead decided to voice his opinion on Penny’s ultimatum before anyone could get a word out. "Now, we don’t need anyone else getting hurt, not after tonight.  I don’t see another way to avoid that, so I vote that we try to stall her until we can -- “

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No.” Sweet Pea interrupted, just as he had done earlier.  He knew the power of his voice, how much that one word could instill fear in others, and he watched as Jughead’s eyes flew to him in questioning.  Sweet Pea gave (Y/N)’s leg one last squeeze before he stepped away from her and into the small circle Jughead stood in. "It’s time we end the Ghoulie scourge and that traitor, Penny Peabody, permanently.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Jughead had backed up, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Sweet Pea attempt to rally the troops.  His eyes narrowed at the tall Serpent, “Sweet Pea, two hours ago, your fight was with Reggie Mantle.  Now you want us to go to war over territory that we don’t even control anymore?  This is Hiram Lodge’s problem, not ours.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“So, you’re just gonna hand over Sunnyside Trailer Park, our home, to Penny and the Ghoulies?” Toni spoke up, standing from her seat beside Cheryl to join Sweet Pea’s opposition against their honorary leader.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Toni, I don’t want us to die.  A rumble with the Ghoulies right now?  It’s a suicide run.” Jughead said, taking long strides to stand before her.  Sweet Pea’s fists clenched by his sides, his hand itching to reach for his switchblade, but he knew he couldn’t threaten Jughead.  Serpent Law wouldn’t allow it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“It’s better than a coward’s death.” Sweet Pea lowly said, opting to fight with his words over his switchblade. "Don’t we have to defend ourselves?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Calm yourself -- “ Jughead began, invading Sweet Pea’s space with a finger pointed in his face.  Sweet Pea snarled, eager to use his fists in place of his words if it came to it, but the Serpent King seemingly materialized out of the shadows, ending the skirmish between Sweet Pea and Jughead.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That’s enough!” FP Jones’ voice sounded, his tone loud and resounding in the small space of the Whyte Wyrm.  Sweet Pea’s head flew over his shoulder, piercing eyes finding FP as he entered the circle in which Jughead, Sweet Pea, and Toni were facing off.  His face was solemn as he looked at the Serpents around him, and Sweet Pea felt his heart drop.  FP was the Serpent King for so many reasons, one being that he could hide his emotions as if it were second nature.  But, Sweet Pea could see it in his eyes as he took slow, calculated steps into the middle of the Serpents.  Something was wrong.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎FP sighed, his eyes meeting Jughead’s as he spoke. "I just got a call from the Sheriff’s office.  Fangs, uh . . . “ FP trailed off, sharply inhaling as he shook his head. "He didn’t make it.  He’s gone.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sweet Pea’s shoulders slumped, and his gaze immediately fell on (Y/N).  She looked pale as a ghost, and he knew she was blaming herself.  If her jumbled words earlier that night weren’t proof enough of that, her glassy eyes and shaky hand covering her mouth as her head shook were a dead giveaway.  Sweet Pea thickly swallowed, immediately disregarding all ill feelings toward Jughead as he crossed the small space and joined (Y/N), holding her tightly against his side as Jughead asked his father for confirmation that Fangs really was dead.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎FP nodded, stepping closer to his son with a new fire in his eyes. "And we will mourn him, hell yeah, we will.  But first, we will honor him.” Sweet Pea let his eyes meet Jughead’s, a silent agreement to put their differing views behind them to follow FP’s command.  (Y/N) let quiet sobs rack through her body, her face buried in Sweet Pea’s chest as FP continued to speak. "From what I just heard, it sounds like we need to put it to a vote.  All those against going to war with the Ghoulies?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎A deafening silence settled over the Serpents, each filled with such fury toward Fangs’ and Sweet Pea’s son’s deaths that they wouldn’t even dare think of anything other than vengeance.  Sweet Pea felt (Y/N) grip the fabric of his shirt in her fists, but she found it within herself to face the Serpents.  He watched as her face darkened, her teeth grinding as her eyes narrowed.  He could practically see as her grief morphed into something much more sinister and twisted than he felt as he trashed the school.  Sweet Pea had never seen such a furious expression on someone’s face, but he felt inspired by it.  He wanted to match it, to feel what she felt as they burned Riverdale to the ground.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“And all those for giving them hell on the battlefield tomorrow?” FP offered the other solution, his arm raising as his hand formed the sign of the Serpents.  One by one, every Serpent in the room mirrored his stance.  (Y/N)’s hand was the first one up, her knuckles turning white as her nails dug into her palms.  She was going to do some incredible damage tomorrow, and something in Sweet Pea churned with fear, but the instinct that kept him alive, that core feeling always lingering beneath the surface, told him that he was going to do the same.  They lost their son in one of the most brutal ways possible, and they would do anything to avenge him.

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: Hello, hello, friends and does! Here is part two of my Sweet Pea mini-series! I had so, so much fun writing this from Sweet Pea's perspective, it was truly a first time for me and I loved it! I would love to hear what you all think of this so far, I'm in love with this fic haha. Don't worry, the angst is coming to a close. The next two parts are much softer than the first two, and they're really sweet so get ready! Love you all so, so much!

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