#south side serpents x reader

[latoyalestrange]

eternal glory

s. sallow x f!reader

summary: sebastian is selected to compete in the triwizard tournament during your seventh year at hogwarts. after he won the first challenge (by a landslide), you could've practically exploded with excitement for him. seeing you like that...wait, were his pants getting tighter?

words: 700ish

warnings: fluff, established relationship, aged up seb and mc, praise kink!seb?? soft!seb, not smutty just a spicy lil makeout sesh. not edited. minors dni!!

a/n: someone pls draw seb with the kisses all over his face how cute would that be!!

the triwizard cup, one thousand galleons, and eternal glory. that's what sebastian was promised. how could a slytherin resist? sebastian knew that as long as you were by his side, eternal glory was as good as his. however, this tournament was already proving to be easy enough. it also came with some...unexpected perks.

after defeating his appointed common green dragon, debatably the easiest to beat, you were obviously overcome with joy. as soon as he emerged from the player's tent, you launched yourself into his arms. a smile split from ear to ear on his face, seeing your genuine excitement for his win. he felt so much pride, so much love.

"you did so good, my love!" he instantly felt his heart flutter in his chest as he held you close to him in the air. you peppered exaggerated kisses all over his face, turning his cheeks and nose a bright red. he couldn't help but giggle as you wouldn't stop when he tried to plant your feet on the ground again.

"you were incredible! oh my days, i'm so proud of you!" the pure look of joy on your face still lingered as you continued to sing his praises in front of everyone, including the reporter for the daily prophet. with your lipstick now splattered around his face, he had an infectious smile that even he couldn't deny. he was blushing, hard, as much as he hated to admit it.

"it was easy enough." he smirked, keeping his tough exterior.

"i must interview this boy! mr. sallow--" before the man could get another word out, sebastian raised his hand to stop him.

"i won't be answering questions," as unusual as it was to say, his expression was casual--smug, even. "thank you." the reporter stood stunned for a moment as he watched sebastian usher you away by your wrist.

"sebastian? you're not going to talk to anyone?" he weaved through the crowd, reaching a clearing near the south exit.

"waste of time!" he answered, glancing back at you with a mischievous look.

"waste of time? are you late for something, sallow?" you teased, but he didn't respond. he only increased his speed to a jog, creating giggles between the two of you as you raced the halls. you quickly recognized that he was leading you to the slytherin common room. as you reached the dimly lit hallway, a familiar serpent slithered around the wall, and the grand door appeared beneath it. he quickly shoved it open, pulling you in with him before turning to push you up against the cold slab of wood as it closed.

"i don't suppose you were this excited to cuddle and take a nap?" you looked up at him teasingly as he towered over you, hands trapping you below.

"you know me well." his head dipped to leave love-marks at the base of your neck. your hands naturally raised to tangle in his brown locks.

"can i ask-- was it winning, or--" he chuckled at your assumption.

"no, hardly." he craned his neck to meet your gaze again with his dark eyes. the smirk still lingered on his lips. "tell me how good i'm doing." that same smirk turned downward as his he bit his lower lip impatiently. you also lost any sense of smugness in your face, and curiosity replaced it.

"oh?" he nodded, his eyes pleading for more as he continued nipping at your chest. you breathed out a sigh of contempt, feeling a fire beginning to spark to life in your lower-half.

"you look so handsome, leaving marks on me." he groaned into your skin, almost making you giggle from the vibration.

"you like it when i praise you, baby? you did so good for me today, looked so good in your uniform." that was enough to make him mad. he quickly crashed his lips into yours, needing to transfer some of the fire he felt to you.

"don't stop...never stop saying those things to me." his lips were swollen when you finally broke apart, and his eyes were anything but satisfied.

"never." you shook your head, promising him. he smiled innocently for the last time that day before your lips met once more.

he loved being so rough with you, who would've thought he liked it when you were so gentle? either way, you were happy to know how sebastian felt when he saw you crumble underneath him when he used you for everything you had. seeing him weak at the knees from just your words, you felt, leveled the playing feild.

[lxke02]

SERPENT STYLE

—soshiro hoshina x fem! iguro obanai! reader

CHAPTER ONE

MASTERLIST | PREV. | NEXT CH. | NAV.

It was a quiet night at the Third Division base located at Tachikawa-that is if you ignore the sounds of muffled telephone rings occasionally coming from different rooms of the building or the sounds of printers printing out important documents or even the sounds of a sword slicing through thin air from one of the building's training rooms as a soldier recounting the kaiju he encountered earlier that day and continues to train despite his aching muscles.

Despite the mundane happenings inside the base, [Name] Iguro, the Third in Command knew that there is absolutely no peace unless all kaijus are eliminated.

She stood in front of the large window of her office, her reflection mirrored by the glass. Heterochromatic eyes gazing down below, watching as her fellow troop members worked their night shifts. Her albino red-eyed snake, Kaburamaru was wrapped comfortably around her neck.

Sharp turquoise and gold eyes narrowed as she finally took in her features-that is reflected from the glass window. She often wore bandages around her lower face, to hide the single hideous scar that stretches to both sides of her cheeks-resembling like a serpent's mouth.

The marred and uneven skin tone of her skin. It disgusts her. The seemingly permanent smile that was carved into her face, it makes her horrified.

"This is taking a long time to fade." She muttered, hand caressing the scar on her cheek, feeling the rugged skin underneath her fingertips. She winces, hand immediately moving away from her face.

There it is again, the phantom pains.

Even though it's been years since she got this scar, sometimes she can feel pain that's not supposed to be there. She can still feel it, the blade cutting through her skin, the iron taste that fills her tongue, the undescribable burning pain of her skin being sliced apart.

She can still sometimes feel it. It haunts her.

To this day, she sometimes still sees the kaiju that did this to her whenever she looks in the mirror. The snake-like kaiju still haunts her to this day, making a mockery of her.

A cruel mockery to her entire being. Reducing her humanity to nothing but monstrosity, all because that wretched creature sliced her face to resemble her like a serpent-the very creature that monster was.

"God, I truly despise myself." She muttered with bitter resentment.

Brrr... Brrr... Brrr...

The sounds of muffled sounds of vibration coming from her phone was heard, she raises an eyebrow as she fished out the device from her pocket.

Heterochromatic eyes widened as she read the message, Kaiju Alert: South Yokohama Hospital.

"These fuckers really don't know when to stop, do they?" She grumbles, her eyes widened ever so slightly when she hears the rustling sound of the doorknob to her office.

Her eyes landed on the bandages on her couch, a few feet away from her.

There's not enough time to grab it!

She thought, eyes widened.

The doors opened, the familiar figure of the Third Division Vice Captain entered her office-already dressed in his combat suit, fox-like eyes scanning the room until it landed on heterochromatic turquoise and gold ones.

"Iguro-san, let's go. We have work to do." Soshiro says, looking at the woman who stood a few feet away from him, her arm covering the lower half of her face. He decided not to point it out.

"Yes, let's go." [Name] muttered and watched him leave the room first. She grabs the bandages on the couch and quickly ties it around her face—making sure it's tight and secured.

She removes her standard uniform jacket to reveal her tight black compression shirt and black pants. She immediately grabs her combat suit that she placed on the couch's armrest, immediately putting it on-the fabric glowing in white as it slowly adjusts and closes on her body.

She shuddered, feeling the suit slowly tighten and cling to her body like a second skin, the familiar heat of the technology spreading all over her body.

She grabs the gas mask, placing it over her mouth and nose.

And lastly, her specialized weapon—a long katana with an odd design that resembles a wave-like a slithering serpent.

"Let's go, Kaburamaru." She muttered, heterochromatic eyes dark in blood lust and her snake just slithered his tongue in response as they left the room.

[Name] stood beside Soshiro, her heterochromatic eyes sternly looking around her fellow troop members gathered outside, with two armored vehicles waiting for them.

Loud footsteps were heard, yet they remained firm on where they stand. Not moving a muscle.

Commander Ashiro along with her pet tiger, Bakko walks in the middle of the two units.

"The kaiju was discovered in the hospital, we must prevent any human casualties." She sternly says, walking in front of the group, standing in front facing them, "We'll defeat this kaiju at all costs." She says, the tone of her voice stern. This was a command from the captain, and everyone will make sure that it is met.

"Let's split into two groups, Iguro and Hoshina both of you will be on the same cart as me." Ashiro ordered, the two officers gave her a salute.

"Yes, Captain!" They both say.

[Name] sat beside Soshiro on the armored vehicle they were riding along with a few troop members including the captain.

Her heterochromatic eyes staring at the golden holographic screen-that contains the map of Yokohama in front of Soshiro, a red blinking dot was seen.

"Another kaiju?" Soshiro muttered, hand on his earpiece, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Cart 2, continue right ahead. We'll head to a new point." Ashiro orders, [Name] can feel the vehicle shifted and turned to a new direction, she clenches her fists, her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

Soshiro turns to look at her, noticing the glare in those heterochromatic eyes of hers. He nudges her gently to the side, "Hey, calm down, we'll arrive there soon. We'll make sure to neutralize them." He whispers and [Name] just sighs and nodded. Closing her eyes as she tries to envision the possible moves she'll be using when the moment comes.

"What the hell happened here?" [Name] muttered, heterochromatic eyes scanning the destroyed and utterly bloodied area, her hands tightly gripping her sword.

"What the hell is this?" Soshiro asked beside her, looking around the area with his hands on his hips before slowly walking towards Captain Ashiro's side.

[Name]'s eyebrows were furrowed as she looked at the surrounding area in disgust—blood, guts, broken kaiju bones everywhere. The stench was horrifying despite the gas mask she was wearing.

Kaburamaru seems to hate the foul iron smell as the serpent decided to hide underneath her long black hair.

She watches as the medic carried the injured woman on a stretcher before her eyes followed Captain Ashiro who was walking towards the small girl.

[Name] decided to approach them, standing on Soshiro's side as they watched the older woman knelt in front of the small child.

"Tell me about the kaiju you saw." Commander Ashiro spoke softly, [Name] observed the two.

"Kaiju..." The small child softly says, slightly whimpering in fear as tears begin to form at the side of her eyes, Ashiro patted the smaller girl's head to comfort her.

"It'll be okay, I'm going to defeat all the kaijus." Ashiro says, truthfulness was evident in her voice.

The girl's eyes brightened, as she began to smile, "Really?!" She asked before her face fell, catching the attention of the three high officers of the Third Division.

"Please don't kill that nice kaiju-san though," She begged softly, eyes filled with innocence.

[Name]'s, Soshiro's, and Ashiro's eyes widened in surprise.

"Eh?" Commander Ashiro muttered, shock and confusion evident on her face.

"He saved my mom." The kid answers, truth evident in her voice.

[Name] scoffs, sheathing her sword back to its scabbard, "There are no such things as nice kaijus, we'll make sure to eliminate all of those creatu-hey, wait, where are you taking me?!" [Name] asked, a surprised tone in her voice as Soshiro decided to grab her wrist and pulled her away, "Let's go." Soshiro deadpans as he pulls the woman along with him.

Commander Ashiro and the child just sweat dropped as they watched the scene.

➤ THE NEXT MORNING.

The sounds of shuffling papers were heard inside the staff room, the smell of freshly brewed black coffee lingers in the air.

Yet, Soshiro can't focus on his work as he feels a certain woman's sharp glare on him.

"Why are you glaring at me?" Soshiro asked, who was working beside [Name]. Currently the two are working in the staff room-busy with multiple stacks of paperwork that Commander Ashiro asked them to do.

And [Name] was occasionally glaring at the Vice Captain, Soshiro sighs, "Is it because I stopped you from crushing that poor girl's hopes and dreams?" He asked, fox-like eyes looking at her.

"I was about to give her a reality check." She muttered and Soshiro just sighed before deciding to change the subject, "Enough about that, have you seen this year's batch of applicants? I must say I'm impressed." He says with a grin, canines poking out of his lips.

[Name] just sighs and nodded, "Indeed, this year's batch is rather impressive. Though, I have a question." She muttered, eye twitching in annoyance before showing the Vice Captain a paper with an applicant's details on it.

"Why do we have an old man here?" She grumbles and Soshiro cackles, "Oh, right! I forgot about him HAHAHAHA, Commander decided to raise the limit because of Japan's lowering birthrates, something like that." He answered, occasionally wheezing.

[Name] just grumbles before returning the paper back to the stack then immediately slapping her own forehead, "I don't know if he's stupid or not."

Soshiro just grins before shrugging, "He is determined, no doubt about that." He says before chuckling, "Gonna ask, is there a certain applicant that caught your interest?" He asked and [Name] shook her head, her heterochromatic eyes landed on to the top most paper on a different stack, containing the details of blonde haired and emerald-eyed girl.

"No one caught my eyes, unfortunately." She says avoiding the male's wine-red eyes that shines like rubies. Soshiro snorted, crossing his arms, "Somehow, I feel like yer lying." He says with a smirk and [Name] ignored him, turning her attention back to the papers on her side of the table, her cup of coffee untouched as she refuses to eat or drink when others are around.

"Anyways, you're going to proctor the exam, right?" [Name] asked, placing her right elbow on top of the table before leaning her head against her right palm.

Soshiro grins, giving the girl a thumbs up, "Yup! Maybe I should ask the Captain to make you a proctor too." He suggested with a smirk and [Name] glares at him, "Don't you fucking dare."

He just looks at her with a mischievous look inside those wine-red eyes of his, "What? Scared you'll lose your free time to read haikus?" He teasingly asked and an irked mark was on [Name]'s forehead, "Damn right."

"Too bad, I'll still ask the Captain anyways, think about it as hanging out." He cackled, and [Name] just deadpans at him, "You're really annoying, Hoshina." She flatly says.

"You loved me anyways." He grins and she just blankly looks at him, "Loud incorrect buzzer." She says and Soshiro laughs

"Did you just say "loud incorrect buzzer?"" He asked in between wheezes, "I said what I said." [Name] flatly says but unknown to Soshiro, she was smiling underneath her bandages.

[Name] ended up accepting to be a proctor anyways when Commander Ashiro asked her.

[yourjughead]

The Past

Sweet Pea X Reader

A/N: In my world Fangs is not dead. I don't know if this makes sense with the canon of the show. it is what it is. Much love.

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Sweet Pea jogged through the streets of the South Side, mind racing about following Josie to New York or not. The 11pm  jog a result of another fight about futures between the two. Sweet Peas legs burned as he pushed through, enjoying the pain and believing he deserves it. The rain glowed in the street lights, the centre of the Southside almost deserted, all busy taking advantage of the late night and the cover of  rain to get business done. 

Finally deciding he'd had enough he checked his phone to find a missed call from a private number. Not unusual for a high ranking Serpent he thought, locking the phone again, tucking it into his pocket and beginning to jog again, crashing directly into the door of a taxi. 

“Fucking hell!” He gripped the top of the window with his hands before placing a hand on his chest. You swung your legs out of the taxi starting to apologise, the words catching in your throat at the sight of him. 

“Sweet Pea” 

“YN…YLN” 

You took the door from his grip closing it behind you, the taxi immediately relocking it's doors and taking off back into the streets. The dying light of the last remaining Southside motel flickering light up both your profiles. 

“Emm you're looking well Sweets…Sweet Pea” the red flush from his jog was gone from his face growing pale at the sight of a ghost and a nickname not spoken in almost 4 years, back to senior year. 

“Thank- what are you doing here YN?” tones of confused sadness left Sweet Pea, the anger towards you he felt so many years ago unable to be conjured back at will. 

“I have business with…it doesn't really matter who. I wasn't expecting to see you, it's only a flying visit”

“I suppose you're good at that” you looked away briefly to shield some of the pain of that dig before looking back, exhaling and trying to nodd to him. The rain had began to soak you both down to your skin but neither of you moved.

“I…I'm sorry about how we left…how I left it…I know that's not enough… I don't know how to fix it” it came out of you in a jumble.

“If you had an umbrella that might make a start” he half smiled at you easing some tension, used to playing that role in your life. Your phone ringing cut through the air between you. 

“I have to take this Sweets….Sweet Pea” he nodded in understanding as you swiped to answer the phone while turning from him. 

“Yeah- Yeah - I'm here now - whatevers necessary - Yeah - For how long?! - But - Yeah fine” you looked back around and found a puddle where Sweet Pea once stood, having run back off into the night.

Sweet Pea POV

After my encounter with the ghost I met with my friends at the Wyrm. I needed a drink...or a bull tranquiliser.

“She what?!” Toni chipped the ball over the side of the pool table in shock as told them of my encounter.

“She tried to apologise” 

“Ughhhh” Toni took her shot and Jughead watched from the booth, typing away.

The bar was abuzz with talks of yn. She was the name on everybody's lips, a few people even saying I made it up.

“She should just go back to where she came from” Toni growled.

“Isn't she doing that by being here” Toni looked at Fangs like she was trying to explode his head with her mind.  

“There's no way she'll last the weekend, she'll get wind of all of the gossip about her and bolt” Fangs sunk a ball in the corner pocket.

“Yeah she's good at that” Toni missing a sure bet. It was clear Yn was running laps around her mind, she was in everyone else's. 

“Do you think she'll go to FPs birthday party”

“I'm not sure fangs, I wouldn't think so” I sunk another ball. 

“That'd be pretty ballsy” he sunk two

“Yeah but then again that sounds like yn” Toni chipped another ball over the side receiving teasing from fangs and I. She's usually much better than this, she's clearly very bothered.

The ball rolled along the bar floor and stopped dead under the sole of a boot. Yns boot. She stood, hands in her pockets, confidently surveying the bar. You could hear a pin drop, it was like a scene from an old wild Western. She laughed lightly before kicking the ball back in our direction and strutting towards the bar, there wasn't an eye in the house not on her. Fangs mouth hung open, Toni stood straight with pursed lips and a mixture of hate and pain in her eyes. Jughead was the only one to make noise, busily typing away. Yns eyes dragged around the room, staying a little longer on me than anyone else...or maybe I was imagining that.  The sound of her boots off the wooden worn floor echoed throughout, she sauntered up the back the stairs, pushing a strand of hair over her shoulder. I hate how i want to be the one to do that again. I hate how she can still command a rooms attention without a word. I hate how i don't hate her. She reached the back office door, looking over her shoulders before ducking inside. The bar buzzed back to life. 

“How dare she walk in here!!!” Toni was turning red, fangs looked more confused but not as much as Jughead did.

“So that's yn? Why is she such a big deal?”

“She nearly killed Sweet Pea” 

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[soft-mafia]

Something for my Hisoka simps

This is a small part from the oc fic I’m working on but I decided to cut this part out since I feel like it adds nothing to the plot. But I don’t want it to go to waste, I thought someone might enjoy it lol(no actual names are mentioned so this could count as an x reader fic before anyone yells at me) this was originally going to be at the very end of chapter one.

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I was going up to the bridge I would always climb before the sun sets. It’s the large bridge that connects the north side to the south, the black metal arches were a pretty pattern. One day I want to take my little brother out here once we reunite and teach him how to scale these buildings and climb up the bridge. A lot of street kids climb up there too sometimes, usually to make out or something.

I do it because it’s peaceful, though I can see Kukuroo Mountain when I’m all the way up at the top of the left arch. It’s the closest I can be to my little brother, but it makes me sick whenever I look at it so I always sit up at the right. There’s a boy that sits with me sometimes and we talk. We don’t know each other’s names though, he never asks me and I never ask him. Maybe we both want to keep it that way. He looks like he’s the same age as Moza but less annoying and more mature.

I don’t see him at the lodge though, he says he spends most of his time in the north side. He says he wants to fight at Heaven’s Arena which is laughable. As if that place would ever take a street kid like him seriously. Despite how mature he is, everybody up north sees anyone from the south side as trash. Heaven’s Arena was the huge skyscraper that went past the clouds up in the north side. It's really hard to miss unless it’s extremely foggy. It’s basically the Serpent’s Den, but legal. Plus the arena’s fighters were more “presentable”, I watch the fights on the television sometimes. The fighters all wore pristine, elaborate costumes, leotards digging into their asses. Me and Hades would always make fun of them when we watched the fights that were broadcasted. Their stage looked nicer as well, cleaner, much larger and grander than the small pit in the basement of the tiny cramped bar that was the Serpent’s Den.

The winners in Heaven’s Arena, the floor masters, could also live in penthouses provided by the arena itself, rent free. Something like that would sound like heaven to anybody, maybe that’s why they call it “Heaven’s Arena.” It’s not like I hope the kid doesn’t make it, it just seems so unrealistic. But he’s confident in himself, and I can tell he’s not like any of these other kids out here. He’s skinny but not malnourished, he’s pale but that’s probably due to the fact he’s a ginger. Maybe he’ll have a shot, but nobody is gonna take him seriously. I don’t see him at the lodge, I don’t really see him at all other than when we meet up at the bridge. He probably has a place he’s staying in the north side.

I scale the buildings and make my way up to the top of the one closest to the bridge. As I go to jump, I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to see who it was, a feeling of panic shoots through my body until I see who it was. It was the redhead. He looms over me, he’s insanely tall.

“Hey.” He says to me. I blink a couple of times and step away from him.

“Hey.” I say back to him. He starts laughing under his breath, I can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. He scared me and it was such a stupid thing to be scared of, it was because I was about to jump from a building when he snuck up on me, that’s why.

“I didn’t know you were such a scaredy cat.” He chuckles, he’s a jerk sometimes, but not in the way Moza is. He doesn’t purposely try to piss me off. He reaches into his back pocket, “Want some gum?” He loved gum for some reason, he always had it on him. It was probably a hunger suppressant since he was too broke to afford an actual meal. He says you could chew gum for hours and you could always feel full, it doesn’t matter if you haven’t eaten. Even when the flavor would dissolve and you were left chewing some gross, firm gunk. I shake my head, I’m not a big fan of gum, it always leaves my teeth feeling sore.

“No thanks. I got some chips if you wanna share them once we get to the top.” I offer, pulling out the bag of chips I had forgotten were stuffed under my shirt. He shakes his head as he pops the piece of gum into his mouth, his soft red bangs blew through the breeze against his forehead. He has a little bit of acne but for some odd reason it looks attractive on him, maybe it’s his facial structure that makes it seem that way. He’s a handsome dude. If we met under different circumstances, where I wasn’t having to hide my identity, I would want to be friends with him.

He looks at me through his bangs as they would fall over his eyes sometimes, “No, I’m not climbing the bridge today. I’m sorry.” He says in his charming, suave voice, “I came here to tell you I won’t be coming to the south side anymore.”

For some reason his words put a pain in my chest, why was I hurt by this? We rarely ever spoke, we don’t even know each other’s names.

I stammer for a moment, “Um..” I try to find my words, looking away for a moment then looking back at him, “Why?”

“I’m gonna do it. I’m going to sign up at Heaven’s Arena. It won’t take me long to reach the top floors.” He says, putting his hands in his pockets, “I predict I’ll be at the 100th floor in no less than a week.”

That makes me let out a soft chuckle, “You’re dreaming, kid.” I tell him, “Have you ever watched an Arena fight? I mean yeah, it’s fun to talk shit, but just because they dress like pansies doesn’t mean they’re weak.” That was true, even if they were a bunch of prissies, they were violent.

“Oh I watch them every night, even in person whenever I can. Sometimes, instead of choosing to buy dinner for myself, I buy a ticket just to watch a fight.” He says, I blink a few times, then cross my arms and look off to the side again. There’s a long silence, neither of us are looking at each other. I look back at him finally, “I guess this is goodbye.”

I watch as he walks to the edge of the building, putting one foot up on the ledge. There’s another silence before he looks back at me, “I never asked you what your name was.” He says to me, I swallow, my eyes dart to the ground but then I look back up to him again. “Rinata.” I say, it doesn’t matter if I give him a fake name, I’ll never see him again anyway. He laughs at me again and shakes his head, his smile is sharp, like a predator’s, he looks up at the sky before looking back at me. He knew I was lying, but how? Did he know me by any of my other names?

“You don’t have to lie to me like you lie to the others. You don’t have to tell me. It doesn’t matter to me any less. I’m sure we’ll forget each other as soon as the sun sets.” He says, and that hits me like a bullet. Before I know it he’s gone and I’m alone. My mouth falls agape, my hands hang at my sides as I think about what just happened. He truly wasn’t like any of these kids out here, he was smart, we could’ve been friends. Why was this hurting me so much? I feel that sick feeling in my stomach, the same feeling I get when thinking of Milluki, or looking at Kukuroo Mountain from a distance. That feeling of loneliness, that feeling of what could’ve been.

I don’t feel like climbing the bridge tonight, I don’t think I’ll ever go up there again. It’ll just be another reminder of something I lost. Another place completely ruined for me, another moment that I don’t want to think about ever again, and another emotion I don’t want to feel. I jump off of the building, and some part of me hopes I’ll find the boy somewhere once I land but he’s completely vanished, probably back up to the north side. I inhale shakily, the cold is finally getting to me without my leather coat, I hope Violet is feeling extra warm right now.

[imtryingmybeskar]

Come Home Chapter Nine

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Overnight in the clocktower with Joel. But you're not alone in the town.

Word count: 4,982

Come Home

Chapter Nine - The Tallest Height

A little over a week later, once the snow has receded somewhat and there have been a few days of uninterrupted bright winter sunshine, you and Joel head out beyond the walls of Jackson one early morning. The saddlebags on the horses are full – of food, first aid supplies, wind up torches and blankets. Not all of it is for your use, of course. The clock tower will serve both as outpost and beacon – a way for the people of Jackson to communicate over longer distances. That is, if you can reach it.

The apprehension you feel has been honed over the past few days, sharpened into something almost painful. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said that it was entirely to do with the prospect of facing a town potentially full of infected. You had done that before – silently sneaking around clickers, using whatever means necessary to escape from runners. It wasn’t fun and you were very aware that a misstep led to certain death, but it was expected. It was familiar, almost comfortable, this far into this brave new world.

What was decidedly less comfortable were the glances you catch yourself sneaking at Joel more and more often, the daydreams that you had found yourself immersed in as you stared into your fireplace instead of concentrating on your book. The constant “Why?” that had plagued you since Maria had told you that he had requested that you ride out alone together. Clearly, he had taken your words that day on your porch on board. He now trusted – at least outwardly – that you were more than capable of a journey like this, that you had experienced enough of life out in the wilderness that you wouldn’t shy from what had to be done. When you were making your plans and preparing yourselves for the journey, he had mentioned in a matter-of-fact way that this kind of scouting lent itself better to a small party, so that if anything did go south casualties would be minimal. But why you? There were a hundred people in Jackson, many of them accustomed to going outside the walls. Hell, you were pretty sure that he generally went out with Tommy, and who better to rely upon for something like this than his own brother?

The prospect of being alone with Joel for an extended period of time made your stomach fill with…well if they weren’t quite butterflies, they were certainly moths, and you weren’t sure if it was because you found him so physically attractive or it was a hint at something deeper. You found yourself hoping for the former. No good ever came of being attached. You had found that out the hard way. Twice.

And yet…

You found yourself soothed by his very presence, his voice, unable to look away from how his coat strained across his broad shoulders the times he took the lead across terrain that necessitated the horses walk single file. Part of you trusted him completely already – in his clear strength, his abilities. Even that was disconcerting after having known him for such a short length of time. And now…now you would be on your own with him for a couple of days at the very least. It was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

“Robert Smith.”

Joel’s gravelly tones break into your musings and you glance up at him as he rides to your right, blinking your confusion.

“Huh?”

“I’ll bet he survived.”

The peal of laughter that escapes you is irresistible, and his own dimpled smile is glorious as it matches yours.

The sun is high when you reach the designated crossing point over the writhing serpent of the river. At one time a bridge spanned its churning rapids, and you can still see the twisted metal bones of it far to your right, a yawning chasm now separating one side from the other. The water in front of you is more gentle here, twisting streams flowing and gurgling around raised points of earth and silt.

Before you cross, Joel calls a halt and retrieves the map that was sketched on a previous recce from an inside pocket of his coat. You draw your horse closer to his and examine it together.

“We’ll come into the town here,” he says, jabbing a finger at the point in question and then tracing a path. “We’ll ride along this road, avoidin’ the main street for now. It will lead us straight to the clock tower, and we can try to spot any infected that might be out in the open. This place was too small to warrant any kind of bombing campaign, but they did evac the residents. The last coupla groups that came found a few pockets of infected – some runners, some clickers that were probably responsible for the runners. They cleared some of the shops that they raided for supplies – pharmacies and the like – and they didn’t get swarmed afterward which is reassurin’. But we have to think that they probably didn’t get ‘em all. Stay alert.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. The towns that you and Chris had raided over the years had tended to the small side. This was twice as big and therefore twice as dangerous.

A barricade that has been noticeably forced open and then put back together in a more sparse and higgledy-piggledy way is your welcome into the town. A large sign in red and white that you recognise very well despite its faded and broken appearance is off to one side.

MANDATORY EVACUATION NOTICE

All residents of STONETOWN and all outlying areas are required to evacuate by 8pm on 10/14/13

PLEASE FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS OF DESIGNATED AUTHORITIES

All evacuees will be asked to provide identification and may be subject to onsite medical testing.

Any evacuees resisting official directives will be detained.

The cracked concrete of the streets are still being reclaimed by nature, bare dead sticks that would surely be green and lush in a few months poking through the manmade layer over them. The houses either side of the street you ride down are quiet and brooding, no sense that anyone is still present within. Cars lie rusted and derelict in driveways and upon the roads. The sound of the horses’ hooves are mercifully muffled by the snow that still overlays all and no footprints, no blood mar its glistening purity. Its everything you would expect and the best you could hope to find in a place like this. Still, the tension is thrumming. Your muscles are tightening in the saddle as you ride, and you have to constantly remind yourself to consciously relax, to drop your shoulders and unknot your stomach. You are glad for the machete at your hip, and unconsciously caress it as you follow Joel’s lead, happy to fall in line behind him as you progress to your destination.

The town is located on a slight incline, the mountains in the distance beginning to make themselves known in the terrain underfoot. Consequently, you catch more and more frequent glimpses of the heights of the red bricked, snowy roofed clock tower as you progress silently through the ghostly suburbia. It looks remarkably undamaged to your eyes, standing tall six storeys high and the passage of time marked only by the incongruous splash of green as twisted ivy ascends its side. Even the glass in the clockfaces that you can see appears intact.

The chipped, white planked building that it towers above also seems unscathed as you draw up beside it, and Joel bids you wait with the horses as he dismounts and goes inside to investigate. You pat both horses soothingly as you sit in the saddle, listening to the birds that trill happily to each other from their perches, and finding peace in the dappled primrose sunlight that slants through the trees.

Soon, Joel is emerging from the doorway again, and by the relaxed expression on his face you know that the short period of time that it took to explore is a good thing. Sure enough-

“All clear,” he confirms, quietly. “Let’s bring the horses inside.”

The racket their hooves make upon the cracked lacquered floor as you enter would surely be enough to rouse anyone, living or dead, nearby. But all remains still and peaceful, and you are grateful for the seeming adherence to the evacuation order you saw at the entrance to the town. The space was clearly some sort of church hall at one time or another and had been used as a refuge before evacuation took place. Abandoned camp beds are set up in squashed rows - about forty in all - luggage and clothes and soft toys and personal knick-knacks strewn around them. Disturbed dust moves through the soft winter sun that valiantly streams through the dirt and cobwebs across the windows.

He leads you past all of this to a set of double doors set right at the back, the horses forced single file once more. You leave them there, safely enclosed at the bottom of the large and dimly lit stairwell, and relieve them of their saddlebags before beginning your ascent into the clocktower itself. Small, thin windows of four panes of stacked glass are set at regular intervals within the brick, and the light they permit is enough to see by as you climb. Four storeys up there is another door, and the way Joel opens it with blithe confidence tells you that he has already checked that it is safe.

The room beyond is formed of plain, red bricked walls with three large, arched windows set into one wall. Boxy shapes covered with dust sheets lie here and there and it is obvious that this place had few visitors, even before the infection. The dust overlaying all stirs as you enter and you stifle the sneeze that tickles your nose.

Joel sets down his backpack and the saddlebag and approaches the window before beckoning you over.

The town is laid out before you, the main street wide and very obvious even from up here, clusters of houses fanning out from it in all directions. The sun is beginning to wane, and its golden rosy glow is reaching through the buildings to flare against the windows that aren’t broken and slide like honey across the snow.

Movement catches your eye at a point you estimate to be half a mile away and north east from your current position, and you lightly touch Joel’s arm to get his attention, nodding toward what has captured yours. He rummages through his saddlebag and retrieves a pair of binoculars, focusing on the area you have indicated.

“Clicker,” he says shortly. “And-“ he pauses for a moment, sweeping his gaze slowly from side to side. “Another clicker just beyond.

You draw out a small notebook and a pen from an inside pocket of your coat, an item you retrieved on some supply run with Chris that hadn’t yielded much more than that.

“What they wearing?” you ask, and Joel breaks his observance to give you a quizzical look, one eyebrow arching in an unspoken question. “If we have a way to keep count and confirm which ones we’ve killed when we’re down there, there will be fewer surprises.”

His face clears and he nods, giving the descriptions that you have requested as he resumes his vigilance over the streets below, panning the binoculars in a methodical sweep over everything. The two clickers are the only things moving out there, and even with your naked eye you can see them staggering around with their distinctive juddering movements as they disappear and reappear among the houses.

“Here,” he offers after a few minutes. “See if you can spot anything I haven’t.”

He hands you the binoculars and goes over to the covered boxes attempting to lift each of them until he finds one light enough that he can begin to move it over to your position. You realise that you have been staring at what he is doing – how his jeans bunch around his thighs and backside as he tests them, the tendons in his neck standing stark as he lifts, and you gulp and hurriedly press your eyes to the binoculars before he can catch you in the act. It was all very well looking at him in Jackson - at the bar, or as you walked together or as he sat in your living room. But here…that kind of inattention to what was important might get you killed.

Fucking tighten it up, you tell yourself. Fucking concentrate.

You also make a sweep of the town, starting from left to right. Houses. Rows upon rows. Snow. Trees. Fenced yards. Cars. There, one identified clicker. More houses. More snow. A child’s playset, it’s primary plastic colouring showing clearly against the white of the ground it was on. There, the other clicker. The main street. Some windows broken, some items dragged out into the street and now covered with a layer of snow too. And beyond, not too far from where you must have entered, a large store, its warehouse type structure by far the biggest of its kind around. You wonder if previous groups had searched it already.

“You see Jackson?”

His voice so close behind makes you startle, makes the moths in your stomach set to fluttering once more. But not as much as when his arm brushes your shoulder as he reaches around you to point ahead, somewhere beyond the circumference of where you had been looking. You don’t dare look up at him as you press the binoculars to your eyes again, searching until you see those strong walls that you have come to rely on, smoke rising in little patches from the town as the inhabitants keep warm in their houses.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, I see it,” you reply, hoping you didn’t sound as wrong-footed as you felt.

“What about the outpost we visited the other day?”

How does his voice sound even deeper than it usually does? You concentrate on the task he has set you, working out the vicinity of the outpost from the spectacular view of this town that you had taken there. But you’re flustered, jittery. Half your brain is screaming at you to BE NORMAL, the other half already lost in the proximity of Joel. Can you feel his chest brushing against your back? His breath against you? Or are those imaginings, the ghost of yearning? A low chuckle comes from behind and you wonder too if he knows the effect he is having on you.

“This way,” he says quietly, and then his large, warm, gun calloused hand is covering yours and pushing it softly to the left and you blink rapidly behind the safety of the binoculars as you allow yourself to be gently guided into position. It feels like an effort to breathe, and while you have faced that particular problem more often recently, this time is quite different. A warmth cascades through you, starting from the top of your head and landing somewhere deep within.

“You see it?” he asks again and you desperately try to focus on the view in front of you. Trees, trees, an ocean of trees. And there, peeking between them, finally a concrete bunker surrounded by fences and wire.

“I can,” you breathe, your own voice much softer than you had intended. He drops his hand from yours, and your skin cries out for the loss of his warmth.

“We ain’t so far from home,” he remarks, and you wonder if it is supposed to be a comfort to you or him.

“W-what about that big store down there,” you stutter, trying to reclaim some equilibrium within you. He’s still so close though, so close that as he moves you catch a wafting smell of soap. “Could we go and check it out? Looks pretty intact from here. And it seems like its near to where we came in.”

“May I?” he asks, and you finally turn to him to hand him the binoculars, not quite daring to meet his eyes as you do.

He takes your place, looking out over the space you had indicated.

“Does seem intact,” he confirms. “The first team checked it out, but not thoroughly. Made sure there were no infected left in there. Took a few bits and pieces.” He breaks his concentration to look down at you again. “Might be a good idea. Maybe I’ll find somethin’ to give Tommy for Christmas. You’d think gift givin’ would be easier now, but that man is fussy,” he adds with a smile. You return it and are just about to ask what he had gotten for Ellie when further movement catches your eye.

You drop down out of sight of the window, dragging Joel down by the sleeve of his coat and he falls in with you immediately.

“What is it?” he hisses, all trace of humour and softness subsumed by the alert tension in his face.

As you open your mouth to reply, you hear the pop of muffled gunfire from the town beyond.

“Ah fuck,” he whispers to himself, and you’re inclined to agree. At least one person was left alive out there and either they were desperate enough to not be worried about drawing attention to themselves at this precise moment, or they were in great enough numbers that it didn’t matter.

More gunfire. And then the tell-tale scream of infected.

You glance over at Joel and he nods before you simultaneously risk peeping over the lip of the window frame.

A small group of people are inching slowly backward up the main street, sparks erupting from the ends of their guns as infected run toward them. You see five living, six or seven dead with a few scattered here and there, blood sprayed across the snow and finally at some kind of rest. The sun is fading fast and its now-ruby rays only serve to accentuate the blackness of the liquid surrounding the fallen. One of the living is blindsided by a runner to their left, the raging infected upon them before they can react. The rest of the group keep retreating, their only mercy to shoot both attacker and comrade in their heads.

The battle continues, passes further from the clocktower and out of sight until only the faint sounds of gunfire can be heard. Then that too ceases.

Joel and you exchange a dark look.

“At least they’ll have drawn out all the infected in the area,” you murmur. “We can keep watch on the situation, see how many are actually left to deal with.”

“Can we risk runnin’ into them though?” queries Joel. “At last count I saw four. If we get the jump on ‘em, fine, but what if there are more?”

You had been thinking much the same and had no good answer for him.

“Well,” he says, creeping away from the window before standing and stretching. “Let’s get to the work we can do.”

He bids you sit and keep watch with the binoculars while he unpacks the supplies you are to leave here. Some of the crates are prised open with the crowbar he has strapped to his pack, and he distributes the blankets, torches, food and first aid kits among them, covering them back with the dust sheets when he is done.

Meanwhile, you see nothing particularly noteworthy. Both clickers you took note of earlier are down, along with three runners and the man who had been on the side of the living until very recently.

By the time Joel takes his turn with the binoculars, the light is almost gone and you’re not sure how much he will be able to see. Still, you head downstairs to take care of the horses’ needs. They’re placid, unbothered, merely wanting to be fed and watered and you also make sure their blankets are secure about them before creeping back into the main hall.

Most of the camp beds are in a terrible state, rotting and useless after so long but eventually you find one that you deem useable, though it stinks of mildew. You also find a stuffed rabbit that you think Anna might like once its been thoroughly washed, and a few more books to add to your collection. Still no Keats, but there is a copy of Les Misérables that will keep you occupied for a while, as well as some Agatha Christie and Terry Pratchett novels too. You decide against the Stephen King and Clive Barker stuff – horror wasn’t so fun when you lived it daily – but you do also find a copy of A Game of Thrones which you take to give to Joel. You also double check the security of the doors that lead outside and quietly stack some chairs against them, just in case.

When you come back up to the clocktower, its to find that Joel has also been busy. He has rigged a curtain from the dust sheets, and the room is now softly lit by the low, welcoming glow of a lamp as it rests on the floor far from the window. He has lined up the wrapped sandwiches and slightly shrivelled winter store apples on the crate you had been sitting on earlier, an echo of shop displays from days gone by. His outer jacket lies neatly over his rucksack, but he has kept the fleece underneath on as the room is still pretty cold even with the windows now covered.

“Hey,” he greets you. “Horses okay?”

“All good,” you confirm as you deposit the camp bed beside a crate. “I’ll check on them again in the night. I assume we should probably take turns on watch?”

“I reckon that would be best,” he agrees. “I haven’t seen anything move out there, but I’d sleep much better knowin’ someone was keepin’ an eye on things. What’s that you got there?” He nods toward the bed and you begin to unfurl it.

“Figured it would be slightly more comfortable than the floor. Its not the Ritz, but it’ll do.”

“It’ll do,” he echoes with a smile.

The two of you talk quietly as you eat – about everything and nothing. How Ellie is progressing with her art, how Tommy came to meet Maria, how Maria managed to build Jackson with her father, your life in the Helena QZ, the similarities and differences with Joel’s in the Boston one, your favourite holidays, favourite places to travel in times past. And then-

“What do you miss most from before? The small things, you know. Not the obvious,” you enquire.

He draws up a little, crosses his ankles and raises his knees and rests his arms upon them. You recognise the defensive body language and hasten to reassure him.

“Hey, if that’s getting too personal I understand-“

“No, no,” he replies, voice calm as ever. “Its just one of those questions I’ve tended not to think about. Not out loud anyway. It all seemed kinda…pointless most of the time.” You nod your understanding, having felt the same way on many occasions. “But in Jackson I realised I got back some of those things that I hadn't even known I'd missed because I thought they had already gone forever. Movie nights with popcorn. Hot showers. A good steak, on occasion. Lazy mornings. Those ones when the sun would wake you, not an alarm. And you’d go downstairs and open the refrigerator and make breakfast and actually sit and enjoy it rather than runnin’ out of the house to work. Even managed to have some of those recently.” He huffs a laugh, but it’s tinged with sadness and you begin to regret this particular choice of topic.

“Sorry,” you say. “Didn’t mean to stir up bad memories.”

“Naw, its not that. Its just…the differences between those mornings then and now, ya know? The food you took for granted – orange juice and bagels and avocados. The radio.” A pause, and you see sadness in his face as he looks away from you. “And the people.”

A beat of silence as you work out how to take the conversation from here. “Well…here’s to the people,” you eventually say, holding up your water bottle toward him in a toast.

“The people,” he echoes dully as he swigs from his own bottle.

You look at him a moment longer, the light casting shadows upon his face and making it seem even craggier than it was. You wouldn’t push him of course. But you’d bet actual rations that he was thinking of Sarah, whomever she was.

“Well…I was going to confess something horrific, but I think I’ve lowered the mood enough for tonight,” you say, trying to bring a little levity back to the atmosphere.

He glances up at you, a smile beginning to twitch at the corners of his mouth again.

“You can’t just dangle that in front of me and not follow up,” he insists, taking another bite of his sandwich.

“I miss…good wine and art galleries and the smell of stationary shops and visiting craft fairs and…ok you are definitely going to judge me for this.”

He relaxes, sits cross legged and leans toward you with a questioning yet amused expression, inviting you to continue.

“I fucking miss the taste of mushrooms.”

“Ooooof,” he huffs, jokingly. “Yeah, don’t go tellin’ that to everyone. They’ll think you’re some kinda degenerate.”

“Right? I mean if I was actually presented with a plate of mushrooms I think I’d shoot six rounds into it just to be sure. But man…sometimes I miss the harmless ones.”

He laughs, properly this time and you’re struck by its loveliness, the sound adding to the protective layers keeping out the cold and the dark and the violence outside and you feel a sudden urge to share something real with him, to keep this moment going for as long as it can.

��And-and I miss getting drunk with friends at the shitty bar down the street and coming home for more drinks even though its such a bad idea and putting on music to sing along to and waking up with a head like a buzzsaw and a mouth like the desert on my couch with-“

You stop abruptly. Press your lips together. Exhale hard through your nose. Maybe not.

“You miss hangovers?” His eyes are kind and his face soft as he teases you, gives you an out for the awkward and abrupt stop in your story. “You know…there’s always the winter dance. If you really wanna experience drinkin’ too much. I promise, I’ll make sure you get home.”

You can’t quite stop the widening of your eyes, the way your mouth falls open slightly. Was Joel asking you to go? And did you imagine that his eyes flicked down to your lips for the briefest of moments? A heat suffuses your face and you try your best to keep your voice neutral as you reply.

“Sure, why not. Sounds like fun.”

“Well, alright then,” he says in a low tone and it might be more of your imagination, but you think the sides of his mouth quirk a little wider.

You cast around for something to say. Anything to quell the spark of excitement that has begun to travel from your stomach out to your extremities. Suddenly, you remember.

“Oh! I found something for you.”

His gaze is curious as you stand and grab the book you had nabbed from downstairs from inside your backpack, and as he takes it from you his evident delight at the gift sparks your own grin.

“Hoo, boy. I won’t be much of a watchman if I’m readin’ this all night.” He raises his eyes from the cover to your face. “Thank you. And just for that, you can have the first sleep.” He holds up a hand to quell any protestations and then jerks his head toward the camp bed, now furnished with a sleeping bag upon it. “Go on now.”

You obey, trying and failing to keep the broad smile from your face.

The sleep you fall into is dreamless and actually restful. Joel wakes you at the allotted time, ready for the inevitable jump you give when he gently touches your shoulder and quietly reassuring you that all is well, both outside and with the horses, before you swap places. You blearily wipe the sleep from your eyes as he sighs in contentment as he shuffles down into the sleeping bag, clearly grateful that you have warmed it so thoroughly. Within a few short moments he is snoring softly.

You study his face for a while, no shame or apprehension holding you back now that you are unobserved. He looks younger now he’s relaxed and you can see the foundations of the man past within. The grey has started to encroach on two fronts of his beard – from his cheeks and chin and soon it will be more salt than pepper. The hair on his head is luscious and thick, one loose wave falling across his forehead and this too is greying, though not at the rate his facial hair is. He has a crease in the middle of his forehead, too deep to be banished by mere rest, and the ghosts of laughter lines reside at the corners of his eyes, too lightly reinforced of late you don’t doubt. His lips are open in a delicate pout, their Cupid’s bow framed by his moustache and you give yourself a shake as you realise you were imagining how soft they would be.

Pulling Death on the Nile from your rucksack, you settle yourself with your back toward a crate and begin to read in the lamp’s low light.

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I just LOVE your writing, it's so good. And I must be bothering you with my requests and I'm sorry TvT But how would the yandere Southside Serpents react to someone flirting with the reader and reader's too innocent and oblivious to notice it? P.S: Sweet Pea has a crush on reader since we all stan him lol. Feel free to include your favorite character FP Jones as well and maybe Fangs Fogarty too, if possible. Gods, I sound so demanding, I'm so sorry, I'll stop now. But thank you for doing my requests in such a short amount of time, I hope you're taking care of yourself. Don't forget to take breaks and relax once in a while when you feel stressed because remember, health comes first :)

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They all are furious in different ways. Fangs smile is wiped of his face and he's glaring at the boy. Toni is planning so many different things. Fp feels like your his daughter so he's definitely angry. Jughead's like your Big brother he hates the scum talking to you he's some snobby teen from Northside. But sweetpea the most mad. He was in love with you and not in a platonic way. He wanted to kill that boy and take you just for him and have you in his arms safe and sound. They all glared at the boy till he felt to uncontrollable to keep talking to you and left. You felt sad why did he just leave you were in middle of a conversation were you to anouing. The serpents came over and asked why you seemed so sad. When you told them they all comforted you loving that your so dependent on them. Toni invited you to a girls sleepover witch you did often. The boys complaining but letting you go. While you and Toni did each other's hair and talked about your crush on sweetpea the boys were on a mission. They snuck in the scums house after tracking him down. The woke him up beating him before sweetpea stabbed him. All the serpents helped hide the body. You and Toni finished the night with some movies and you guys falling asleep by each other. They boys came by sneaking through the window taking a few pictures and sending them to the group chat for all of them.

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okay so, she had turned into a zombie over the weekend. sweet pea was almost convinced of the fact, to be honest, when he saw y/n trudge into the student’s lounge on monday morning like she were the walking dead. she was so out of it she almost stumbled into jughead as she walked in, and with a mumbled apology she proceeded to do the same thing to fangs before he lead her to sit down on the sofa, clearly concerned.

sweet pea had sat up at that point, a crease forming in between his eyebrows with worry. he was the last person to ever say something bad about his girlfriend, but she looked horrible. her movements were clumsy and wobbly, more so than usual, and it was more like she had swayed into the room when she almost stumbled into jughead. as she sat down on the sofa beside him, sweet pea could see dark circles under her eyes and red across her nose, though the rest of her skin was almost a sickly pale. her hair had been pulled back into a simple braid and she wore a jumper dress that went to her knees, though for someone who usually put more effort into her appearance it was pretty obvious that she had just dressed for comfort over anything else.

the last time sweet pea had seen her on the previous friday, she had been fine. sure, she complained about a sore throat a few times and sneezed a bit, but other than that she was perfectly fine. though the girl sat next to him on the couch was absolutely not fine.

y/n let out a deep sigh as she basically fell into sweet pea’s side, and her eyes closed as she hugged his waist. to anyone looking in it must’ve looked like she passed out against him.

“morning pea.” she mumbled, and sweet pea frowned more. even just her voice sounded horrible; all scratchy and thick, clear that she had a blocked nose.

“hey angel,” sweet pea shared a look with fangs that essentially just said ‘what the fuck is she doing in school?‘, and when he looked up and caught jughead’s gaze across the room he had the same expression on his face. all of their friends did, really. “why are you in school?”

“because we can’t skip.” she mumbled into his jacket, and sweet pea blinked. she was kidding, right?

“yeah but, not to be a dick y/n, but you look like you’ve got the plague.” fangs chimed in, equally as worried as sweet pea was.

“i feel like it, but i’ve got a math test today that i need to get done. and veronica needed me for a thing.”

across the room veronica called over “it’s fine don’t worry about it!“ though y/n either was ignoring her, or she genuinely didn’t hear it. sweet pea was willing to bet it was the latter of the two options.

“baby, i think your health is a little more important than a math test,” sweet pea frowned as he started rubbing her arm with his palm. she shifted slightly so her forehead was pressed to his neck, and he grew more concerned at how warm she felt. “i think i should take you home.”

“no, no no, i’m fine,” she shook her head stubbornly and sat up, though she winced as she did so and if anything just further proved why she wasn’t fine. “i’ll be okay. i just need to nap when i get home.”

sweet pea was about to open his mouth to protest, because she needed much more than a nap, though he was interrupted by the bell which caused him to frown more. he shared barely any of her classes all day, which meant he wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on her in class and make sure she didn’t get any worse. though as if she had read his mind, betty walked over and smiled as she held her hand out to y/n.

“i’ll walk with you to class? we have english, and i’ve got some claritin in my bag you can have.” betty said kindly, and sweet pea mouthed a ‘thank you’ to her that she returned with another kind smile.

sweet pea placed a hand on her back as y/n stood up (or rather was pulled up by betty), and watched as the girls linked arms before betty guided his stumbling girlfriend out of the student lounge. he frowned again, especially when she almost colided with the doorframe on the way out, and decided that if she were any worse by lunch time then he’d take her back to his place to rest, whether she wanted to stay or not.

the next four classes passed almost excruciatingly slowly. sweet pea didn’t share any of her morning classes, so he spent the next couple of hours just ignoring his work and worrying about if y/n was okay. he messaged her through the morning just to make sure, and she reassured him countless times that she was fine; though sweet pea knew his girlfriend well enough that she would insist she was fine even if she had been shot or something.

he left his fourth class a few minutes early to meet her from history, and leaned against the wall beside the classroom door until the bell for lunch went and students started flooding out of the room. sweet pea scanned each person who came out for y/n, though he wasn’t surprised (worried, yes, though not surprised) when y/n came stumbling out a few minutes after everyone else, looking like she hadn’t slept in decades.

“hey.” she smiled somewhat when she saw him. her voice sounded even worse than earlier, and his concern was only increased when a series of coughs followed her greeting.

“hey,” sweet pea nodded. “what do you say we head on home?”

y/n pouted and shook her head as they started walking in the direction of the cafeteria. “no, my math text is sixth period.” she complained and sweet pea groaned.

“can’t you do it tomorrow? i’m worried about you.”

“i appreciate it, pea, but i’ll be fine i promise.” y/n insisted, though not even a moment after her statement she stumbled over her own feet and sweet pea had to grip her forearm to keep her from falling.

“right.” sweet pea said sarcastically, unconvinced.

he didn’t let go of her arm until they were in the cafeteria in case she were to trip again, and even helped her into her seat - sandwiched between toni and him - before he sat down himself. everyone at the table seemed to give her a worried look, though she didn’t seem to notice as she leaned her chin in her palms.

sweet pea didn’t really focus on the conversation flowing through the table, fangs seeemd to be doing enough talking for everyone anyways. instead he shrugged his bag off of his shoulders and dug through it until he had found what he wanted. sweet pea had skipped the start of first period to raid the vending machines in the student lounge, getting y/n her favourite fruit drink and snack. even if she didn’t eat much - and he guessed she wouldn’t because of how she was feeling - he wanted her to have something.

sweet pea placed the items on the table in front of her and y/n smiled gratefully. she unscrewed the cap on her drink and took a long sip, before she settled herself into his side with a sigh.

sweet pea allowed fangs to suck him into the conversation after that. well, for the most part. he still shot y/n a concerned look whenever she started coughing, or repeated “bless you” a thousand times when she had a sneezing fit, and he was still very much aware of how too warm she felt. he gently rubbed her side with his palm the whole time to try and comfort her. even if she wanted to stick through the day, he knew how shitty she must’ve actually been feeling.

after another few minutes he felt her head lull against his shoulder, though continued his gentle movements of his palm against her waist. it wasn’t unusual for her to lean against him like that, so he didn’t think anything of it. though he did look up in concern when he heard veronica say something about y/n falling asleep, and when he glanced at his girlfriends face he could see her eyes were half closed and watery. christ, she looked a mess. he doubted that she’d had much sleep the night before.

“okay, come on, we’re going.” sweet pea kissed the top of her head and stood up, and ignored her protests about the math test as he helped her out of her seat too. her foot caught on the bench and if he hadn’t gripped his arms around her waist she would’ve fallen face-first onto the floor. he grabbed her bag along with his, and after everyone at the table had mumbled things along the lines of ‘see you later’ and ‘get well soon’, sweet pea kept his arm around her waist to lead her out of the cafeteria and towards the exit of the school, not bothering to sign either of them out. it was just more unnecessary time wasted that could be used to get y/n to his place and in bed.

y/n had stopped complaining by the time they got outside, and he assumed that she realised how much she actually needed to go home. she almost coughed up a lung as they walked to his bike, and by the time he’d mounted it and started it up he was determined to get her in bed within the hour. her head lulled against his shoulder the whole way to sunnyside trailer park, and sweet pea practically had to carry her inside with how unsteady she was on her feet.

by the time he had gotten her in bed, after giving her more medicine and making sure she drank a good amount of water, she was pretty much falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

“next time you feel this shitty,” sweet pea started as he perched on the edge of his bed and tucked the duvet in around her waist - not wanting to make her too hot. he had checked her temperature and his earlier worries had been right, she did have a fever. “stay at home. or call me and i can let you stay here for the day.”

“aye aye captain.” she mumbled, and he watched as she smiled when his hand placed against her cheek.

“i’m serious, y/n. you could’ve made yourself much more ill.” he frowned, and after a moment she nodded into his palm.

“okay, i promise pea.” she whispered, and - satisfied with her answer - sweet pea leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. he smiled when he saw her fond expression from the kiss.

“now get some sleep. you’ll feel better if you do.” he said softly, although she didn’t look like she needed to be told that. she’d already been falling asleep for around five minutes.

“‘kay. thank you for taking care of me.” she whispered with another smile, and her hand gave his a gentle squeeze when he found hers atop of the duvet.

“no problem, angel. i just hate seeing you so unwell.”

sweet pea pressed another kiss to her head, this one lingering and softer, though by the time he had pulled away her eyes were fully shut and she was already drifting into sleep. sweet pea carefully detached his hand from hers and stood up to allow her to sleep in peace, comforted by the fact that he could take care of her now and make sure that she was okay.

[hyungbean]

Locusts | Riverdale

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

Song Rec: Crazy - 4Minute

Pairing: Slight Sweet Pea X Reader 

Warning: Slightly sadistic punishment scene!

A/N: I might make this into a mini series I thought this was a cool idea. I haven’t even watched Riverdale since the beginning of the second season but I just fell in love with Sweet Pea :,)

Read Part 2 Here

What are Locusts best at? Swarming and destroying anything in their path. 

“Tell me again why we’re here. Not that I don’t like a good party but really FP? A nightclub?” Cheryl asked, eyes raking over the dark club, foreign music blaring in their ears.

“Yeah what the hell even is this language?” Sweet Pea found himself asking, trailing behind the group.

“It’s Korean Pop. The Locusts like to experiment. And we’re here to form an alliance with them.” FP explained walking towards a clearing and seeing Viper, the leader of the Locusts. He was sitting stiffly, drink in hand watching the crowd cautiously.

“They run a nightclub?” Jughead asked incredulously, his ears starting to hurt slightly from the loud music.

“Don’t ask me boy. I don’t know why the hell but they’re a highly respected gang so I suggest not offending them. They’re brutal.” FP warned, putting on a smile when Viper met eyes with him. The man jolts up in his seat, standing to shake FP’s hand.

“Ah! FP, it’s good to finally meet you. There’s been talk amongst the community about the Serpents—“ Viper is cut off by a female voice.

“It’s an honor to meet you guys. Although I’m afraid you came at a rather bad time. But enjoy the show I guess.”

The group turns to see a young girl who looked about 17, wearing a leather jacket and high-waisted black shorts. They don’t miss the tattoo on her neck, a tattoo all the Locust members sported somewhere on their body. It was a small locust with a thin loop wrapping around it’s body, jutting out to look like a cursive L. 

“Ah, Y/N darling—guys this is my daughter Y/N.” Viper said proudly, side hugging the smiling girl. Sweet Pea felt like the air had been knocked out of his chest as he analyzed the girl’s pretty feature and confident posture. She looked delicate yet radiated power, like she could knock you on your ass for looking at her for one too many seconds. From beside him he heard Toni snicker noticing how rigid he became, shaking her head already sensing how star struck Sweet Pea was.

“Where’s your brother honey, I’m sure he would like to meet our guests.” The girl laughed, shaking her head like she knew something he didn’t.

“Don’t worry, they’ll see him. We found him.” Y/N said darkly. Viper tensed visibly, turning and smiling tightly at the Serpents, his eyes seemed to contain a fury that wasn’t there a few minutes before.

“It seems that we have finally caught our mole. Come serpents, you’re about to get a taste of what happens when someone betrays us.” Viper said, surprisingly almost amused, becking them to come sit on the pearl white couch.

The group sat tensely, aware of the hidden bodyguards and possible assassins lurking in the shadows of the club, waiting for them to disrespect Viper. 

Y/N caught Sweet Pea’s eyes, winking teasingly, “enjoy the show cutie.” She disappears into the crowd of tipsy Locusts and model-like waitresses. Sweet Pea shakes his head, snapping himself out of his daze, messing with the sleeve of his leather jacket.

Soon a pair of large velvet doors are thrown open from the side of the club, the crowd sobering up and parting instantly, all music and conversations halting. The serpents watched curiously as they saw a tall muscular boy appear from the sea of people dragging out a blubbering man next to him.

They couldn’t make out what the man was saying but it looked like he was apologizing and trying to face Viper.

The boy was sporting the same jacket as Y/N, an eyepatch over one of his eyes, his tattoo a mere black blob on the side of his neck. Sweet found himself raising his eyebrows. 

This should be interesting.

“What the hell.” Jughead mumbled, as the man was shoved into a chair, too frightened to move, clasping his hands clumsily as if praying for mercy. 

“As you all know, someone has been ratting out our plans to rival gangs and trying to jeopardize us for the past few months. And low and behold, we have finally caught the mole. Now for any new members, let this be a demonstration of what happens when you betray us, you pledged to be a locust and we will not tolerate backstabbing.” The boy announced, voice booming loudly as his muscles flexed under the jacket.

“Please! Please! Have mercy! I’m sorry!” The man yelled, his face swollen from crying. 

Suddenly Y/N broke away from somewhere in the crowd, holding a glass of alcohol and a metal baseball bat. She handed the bat to her brother, sipping the alcohol.

“Now now honey. Which one would you prefer.” Y/N asked as she looked over at her father who nodded.

“Uh Viper sir- what exactly is happening?” Jughead asked from beside FP.

“Punishment. We take our punishment very seriously. Joining the Locusts is not a lighthearted ‘in the moment’ decision. Once you pledge, you become apart of the family. Endangering the family leads to severe punishment. My children are the best at delivering the punishments.” Viper explained, not taking his eyes off his children who were circling their prey, seemingly waiting for him to say something.

“You cost us millions of dollars. Serveral members have died because of you. And you cost my brother his right eye.” Y/N spoke humorously, although her eyes were deadly, stopping in front of him and crossing her arms.

Y/N’s brother smiled proudly, walking to stand next to Y/N. The serpents noted that the sibling duo looked extra lethal together. 

“The baseball bat is too forgiving. Let’s torch this son of a bitch.” Her brother announced as the man blubbered out a yell. He disappears somewhere into the crowd and reappears a few moments later, holding something behind his back.

Y/N suddenly dumps the whole glass of her alcohol on the man, her brother passing her a blowtorch. 

“Vodka. 40% alcohol by volume, flammable. Although not the most dangerous. Just a thin layer of blue...” Y/N trails off as she turns on the torch, slowly approaching the man. 

She brings the torch to the man’s face for a split second and his face erupts in low blue flames, distinguishing itself after a few seconds. The man is left screaming in pain as a few older gang members drag him off into a different room.

The serpents cringe and shrink into themselves the sight of the man’s raw face, his eyes open in terror, skin peeling off his bleeding cheek engrained in their heads.

“Let this be a warning and message. Do not fuck with us, because we’ll be more than happy to teach you a lesson.” Her brother announces as there is a loud explosion of cheers and chants for Viper.

The group looks nervously around, as FP is left speechless trying to pick up his jaw.

“So FP, What have you approached us for?” Viper says, facing the group as if nothing happened. 

“We want to form an alliance. We think the Serpents and Locusts would be unstoppable together.” FP says, trying to compose himself.

“Well that sounds perfect. Why the hell not. The more the merrier.” Viper muses before he laughs loudly.

“A toast to our newly formed alliance with the Southside Serpents.” The group whips around to see the pair of siblings grinning, raising a glass of alcohol as if they hadn’t just disfigured a man.

The club erupts in cheers as FP hesitantly raises the glass that Y/N passed to him. The music is turned back on and the crowd goes back to partying.

“I’m Chris. Y/N’s older brother.” Chris introduces himself, walking to his sister’s side and wickedly grinning at the group. Sweet scanned over his face and saw the long jagged scar running from his hair line, dipping behind his eyepatch reappearing down his cheek. 

Y/N grins softly, waving at Sweet Pea, the deadly glint in her eyes long gone.

The Serpents look at each other, knowing that they were in for a long ride.

“Sorry about the sadistic sibling act a few minutes ago. We don’t take to these things lightly. But don’t worry, one of our biggest priorities is loyalty. We have your backs now, all we ask in return is you do the same.” Chris explained, taking a swig of his drink. 

Viper stands in front of his children, smirking mysteriously. The Korean music was making their ears pulse with every beat drop.

“Now let’s get this party started shall we?”

A/N: this idea literally came out of nowhere, and I’m contemplating making this into a three part series or something, I just thought this idea was badass.

[all-of-the-imagines-for-eve]

Forget About It ~ Sweet Pea (part 6)

A/n: Oh, you didnt expect this? Well, remember how I saw I wrote a different part 5? Well it was after the part Five I posted so I took what I already had and I changed it to fit what I established as the new part five. I really hope it fits because I desperately tried lol. Tell me what you think!

Word Count: 4586

MASTERLIST

School kept up like that all the way until Christmas. Kids messed with me less and less as Archie stepped in more and more. And then Betty, too. And then Veronica. Veronica less than the other too.

As winter came and people started chucking snowballs at me, I decided to keep my Serpent jacket at the house. Now I just let faded jeans and Sweet Pea’s jacket swallow me whole. The ends of the sleeves covered my hands, and I’d never felt so soft and warm… except when I was in his arms and not just his sleeves.

Despite my strengthening relationship with my brother, school and Serpent business kept me from seeing the other Serpents. We texted and called all the time now but I wanted to hug Sweet Pea. Kiss him....

As time passed without Sweet Pea and Christmas drew closer, I drew quieter and sadder. People just let me fade into the background. Maybe it was the cold weather but god I just missed my boyfriend.

I found myself alone a lot, things happening and time passing without me paying much attention to it. My dad had noticed my little depressional episode and had tried to help, but I was shutting him out too. Kids at school left me alone, unwilling to make me snap even if I was a traiter because it wasn’t fun to bully someone who stared at you blankly with a dead look that sent a chill into your bones and made you feel guilty for doing it.

I was thankful for that. It seemed that after the winter holidays the antagonizing might be gone altogether between the growing guilt that was surfacing as well as Betty and Archie working together to get people to back off. I was sure Cheryl would always have something to say to me but who cares about Cheryl Blossom?

I spent a lot of time in my room these days though. It might have been some of the reason as to why I didn't see Sweet Pea, honestly. I'm sure Archie would have taken me for at least a visit if I'd asked, but I didn't even think about it until I was in bed and it was late and then I'd forget about it the next day, trying to keep my head above the water as I worked on school and lived for the phone calls I had with the others I missed so much.

Speaking of my room, I wasn’t getting much sleep. As my angst grew, my sleep lessened, and I spent that time changing my room around. I stripped the bed of all the pillows and blankets and settled for one pillow and one blanket and a sheet- all from the closet in the hallway. It looked better now. Less like it used to.

I’d started to wear my old clothes but only when I couldn’t bring the energy to spend on watching clothes, and then I’d wear Sweet Pea’s jacket and it would cover the color and North Sider feel of the top I’d doned. It was a nice compromise and I didn't mind it as much as I thought.

Despite my dip in mood, it was an obvious relief to my dad and brother that I was reinstating myself in my room. They'd never said anything about the make shift bed I'd made on the floor but I knew they knew, and they had winced every time I flinched as pain from cricks and sore spots. Now, despite being tired, I wasn't in pain. I was very quiet though. They simply talked to each other, trying to loop me in and cheer me up and mostly failing.

That all changed when Christmas came.

It honestly took me by surprise. When Archie has asked me to help them make cookies, I'd had to ask for what. "It's Christmas tomorrow," Archie told me, concern on his face.

"Oh." So I'd made cookies with them, and I'd be straight lying if I didn't say it didn't cheer me up a lot. We laughed and made jokes and messed with each other and honestly, it was EXACTLY what I'd needed.

When we finished, we watched Christmas movies we'd seen a million times and then talked conspiracy theories and pointed out new things we'd seen this time around. I was feeling way better and that gap that had extended forever before was quickly closing. By some miracle, I was finding out how to balance my blood family and my Serpent family.

When nighttime came, I caught Archie's arm. "Remember when we were kids and we'd camp out in the living room together to wait for Santa? We'd try to stay up all night and always failed but then we'd wake up in the morning and be together?" His face softened at the memory and he nodded. "You wanna do that again?"

His face broke into a smile. "The couches might be a little small for me now... but definitely." I smiled too. We moved pillows and blankets - every single one we could find - into the living room. Instead of leaking on the couch. we made a mass bed in the floor with couch cushions and pillows underneath to make the floor comfortable.

We stayed up late, surprisingly, to talk about my life on the South Side. Before the lack of texts and calls that had been broken when I'd confronted them at FP's party, the only interaction with them was when Jughead had brought me my box. I told him about the clothes and how I'd collected all of them and the progression of it. I told him of sleeping (innocently; I had to enunciate that several times) with Sweet Pea and how warm he was and how happy he made me. I talked about falling for him and going on adventures with him after school sometimes and all the gossip I'd learned from Toni and my prank war with Fangs. I told him about making breakfast for Jughead and wrestling with Hotdog, who probably wasn't at the trailer anymore now that I thought about it.

"It sounds like you had a whole life there," Hw whispered after a while.

I looked at him, both of our happiness strained. "I did," I admitted.

"And they were... nice to you?" I knew he was thinking about the bullies at school and I looked away. I didn't know how to say it without hurting him but I think my silence was answer enough.

We went to sleep after that.

I woke up to my brother and dad by the tree. It seemed they had put it up and taken out the boxes of lights and bulbs but were sitting on the floor, talking. Waiting maybe?

“I just want her to be safe,” my dad mumbled tiredly.

Archie nodded. “But she's not safe dad." He paused a long time. "The kids at school... are terrible to her. Betty and I are trying but there's too many students for the school to do anything about it and honestly I don't think they would even if they could. She’s not happy... Have you heard her tell stories about the South Side? She had a whole set up there. She WAS happy, there. I just- I don't know."

It got awkward and quiet so I interrupted, pretending I was just waking up. Sitting up, I yawned loudly. They both looked over. “Morning fellas. A little early, yeah?”

My brother stood up, forcing himself to cheer up as not to ruin my mood so early. “It’s Christmas. We’ve been waiting for you to wake up to have breakfast and set the tree?” He picked up a gift from the floor and handed it to me. I rose an eyebrow, and he motioned me to open it. I did and inside was a bright green Christmas sweater. I couldn’t help but smile. It reminded me of a time when I would traipse around in cotton candy pink and bubble turquoise. It reminded me of smiling and laughter and a green snake on a black jacket. “Do you like it?” Archie asked.

Looking up at them, I saw them melt with relief at the first sign of the smile they had grown so used to seeing on me before everything went to shit. “I love it,” I whispered tenderly. I tugged Sweet Pea’s jacket off and then a faded, blank grey t-shirt off as well, leaving me in a tank top for just a moment before I pulled the sweater over my head. I sighed, settling into the festivity that had evaded me for so long until last night. “Let’s decorate.” So we did.

We spent the morning pinning lights and baubles and eating popcorn instead of putting it up. We laughed and pushed each other around and messed each other up. For just a moment, we felt like a family again. We were one again united and… and… it was amazing. For just one second.

Then the moment ended when Archie and I walked to school, my arm around his waist and his arm around my shoulders. It stopped when we walked into Riverdale High, and Archie left, and I was left alone, facing my peers in my green sweater and black jeans, hoping no one would look at me in my bright colors and see a Northsider. Or worse, see a Southsider dressed like a Northsider. A threat. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

My worries were dashed away when someone I recognized waved at me, a small smile on their lips. I nodded in return. Kevin said hi to me by name as he passed. He hadn't really recognized my return yet. Betty touched my shoulder, getting my attention so she could compliment my sweater. Not that her interaction wasn't normal but that it felt so much more casual than standing up for me against bullies that it really stuck with me. Veronica laughed at a joke I'd said quietly in class at the teacher’s expense.

I felt normal and- well, not safe and not apart of these people I couldn't stand on any other day. But not in danger, at least. And I could lie to myself, just for a second, that I was a Northsider. Naive and unaware and innocent and good. As young and small as I had been not even three months ago when I WAS one of these Northside idiots. I felt like my earlier comparison was odd. Not a hidden danger- a wolf in sheep's clothing. No, I felt a fool, denying I was surrounded by obvious danger. A sheep in wolf’s clothing, pretending just for a second.

After school, I joined in on the work at the Christmas Tree farm. One day he asked me to take the work for him because he had something to take care of so I stayed even after he left. It was a nice distraction and really good exercise. I enjoyed it.

That peaceful bliss was messed up when, that night, I found out about all of the chaos with Betty and Archie and the Black Hood. I was waiting anxiously for my dad and brother to get back home and when I saw Archie, I tackled him in a hug. “Oh my god I just heard are you okay?” I gasped, leaning back and scanning his body for any significant injuries.

He chuckled. “Acting like my mom as usual.” He smiled, and we both calmed, reveling in the moment we had just had. It was eerily like so many we had had countless times before. Back then it had been normal. Before the Black Hood. Before the Red Circle. Before the Serpents.

Archie put his hand on my back, moving out of the way. "I talked to dad on the way over here. There's constant chaos and it seems we're never gonna get a break but I thought I'd give you one last present..."

I turned to see Sweet Pea of all people standing there, Toni, Fangs, and Jughead around and behind him. I was absolutely thrilled, my eyes widening as I faced Archie. He nodded at me and then I raced to my friends, tackling Sweet Pea so hard it knocked a laugh out of him. "Hey there, Princess."

I was so overwhelmed. I ran a hand through my hair, looking back at Archie. He had followed after me but kept a respectful distance from the other Serpents. Even if he was on relatively good terms with me and Jughead, Fangs and Toni didn't much like him and Sweet Pea was negatively decided on him thus far. I pushed those thoughts away. "You guys came?" I asked, looking at the others. I pulled away from Sweets to move to them as well, hugging Fangs, Toni, then Jughead. It felt amazing to be in person with them again.

"Nice outfit," Jughead joked when I pulled away from him. I looked down. I was startled to realize how Northside I looked. My jeans were fresh, a pair I’d snagged from the drawer I hadn’t touched until this morning. The collar of my sweater covered my tattoo. I felt… like part of the garden. Where I’d felt like that black smudge when I first came back, I felt out of place around the Serpents again, too neat and put together and pristine. When had I put my hair up? I usually wore it down these days…

I swallowed, looking back at Sweet Pea. His easy expression was unfazed though and suddenly I was relaxed again. He hadn't missed my moment of anxiety and when I returned to him, he quickly whispered, "You look really good."

I whispered back, "I look like a North Sider."

He rolled his eyes. "Wherever I am. Remember?"

The promise we'd made what seemed forever came back to me and I smiled. "Yeah." The last bits of my balancing between South and North side dissipated. What had I said? A North Side Serpent? Yes. They had seen me in the house I’d grown up in, messing with my brother. In my perfect house with my perfect brother in my perfect neighborhood, where everything was pretty and purposeful and pristine. A stark difference to the Southside. I'd thought it would have thrown them off again, but it seemed to cheer them up. Seeing me happy and lively... It had been made clear. I was not half a Serpent, but I still knew where I'd come from. My friends did too. And the friends that mattered didn't care where I started or where I was now. They cared about me.

Jughead cut off the quiet moment between me and Sweet Pea, smiling softly and handing me a small gift. “Toni, Fangs, and I wanted to get you something special. Open it later.” He kissed my forehead.

"Thank you guys," I whispered softly, genuinely touched.

Jughead waved it away. There was a slight pause where he tilted his head. “You’re different today." I rose an eyebrow. "It's just good to see you doing well here. When Betty told me..." He swallowed. "I'm glad you're doing well.

The others stared at me but I shook my head. "Later," I begged them all. They instantly complied.

To distract, Sweet Pea stepped up, pulling me into him. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered. He kissed my hair and I melted into him. He moved away and then behind me, holding me in a way that I would still be able to talk to the others. I wasn’t complaining.

“We just wanted to drop by and say Merry Christmas,” Toni explained. “We’re off to… do some stuff and-”

Jughead’s hand shot out to catch hold of mine. The mood suddenly changed and I realized that there was more to this visit than a social visit. “Y/n..." His eyes were worried. I pulled away f ron Sweet Pea, getting serious. "Penny. It’s blown up. She took a video and is using it as blackmail. She has my dad doing drug runs for her-”

I moved closer to him. “Oh my gosh Jug." My face hardened in anger. No one touched my friends. My family. Especially not some bitch like Penny Peabody. "what can I do?”

He smiled, looking at the others. “Told you she would want to help.”

“Of course,” I agreed. “No Serpent stands alone.” I put my hand up, offering it to him. He grasped it, his eyes meeting mine with pride. We exchanged a nod. “Tell me everything.”

-

After it was all laid out, I went inside to confront my dad. “Hey, the Serpents dropped by.” I paused as he hummed, acknowledging me with a nod. “They were wondering if I could spend the night?” He looked up sharply and I rushed to give my reasons. “Sweet Pea will give me a ride to school in the morning, and I’ll be back tomorrow. I’ve missed them, Dad.” My eye widened in desperation, and he sighed.

He looked at me for a second. “You promise you’ll stay safe?” I nodded. “And… have a good Christmas?” I nodded a second, my face softening. He sighed again. “We have been working all day, figured we’d just head to bed anyway. Archie’s a mess…" He relaxed. "Sure.” I grinned, thanking him, and then took off to my room, ripping off my sweater and putting on a black shirt from the floor and then my Serpent jacket as it hung on the banister of my bed. I pulled my hair out, catching my reflection in the mirror. Damn. Such small changes really had such an effect on how I appeared…

Outside, everyone was waiting for me. I hopped on Sweet Pea’s bike, and we all took off toward Penny Peabody’s place with intentions to destroy. It was messy, and I’m not proud of everything that happened, but I had agreed to be here, and so I was.

After we dealt with Penny, I found myself in the bliss of Sweet Pea’s bed again, wrapped up in his arms. I turned to him. "How doesn't it bother you that I'm a North Sider?"

His hand traced my face. "Because you're not like some North Siders. You don't think you're better than us just because you have better circumstances than us. And, I mean, you're a Serpent." He shrugged as if that covered everything. And it actually did. I thought he was done but then he spoke again. “Your family is the Serpents... But you’re also a Northsider.” He paused. “You have family there too. You’re a...

"Northside Serpent?" I offered.

He smiled. "Yeah." And that was it. He brought up an even less pleasant topic. “I heard you were getting bullied.” I jerked, looking up at him. He grew sad. “It’s true then.” He shook his head, his hand running down my face.

"It's stopped," I whispered. "Archie and Betty helped."

He nodded. "Okay." He smiled a little. “You know, you looked pretty. Looking like a North Sider. Delicate. It actually sort of caught me off guard, but I don’t mind it.” He got closer as he spoke, his next sentence spoken against my lips. “Wherever you are.”

Our words were soft. "I was so scared you were going to forget about me."

He kissed me then, so hard that it knocked the breath out of me. I moaned and his fingers pressed into my skin. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you at all, let alone long enough to forget you,” he mumbled through the kisses. “Not even if I tried.” He moved over me, pausing. “I love you.”

I smiled. “I love you too."

His nose brushed against mine. “I’ve missed you. Your smell. Your lips. Your smile. Your eye. Your hair. Your voice. I’ve had a hard time sleeping. It’s too cold, and I can’t get comfortable without you…” When I met his eyes again, they were darker. I cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” He looked at my lips and then the parts of my body he could see, and then back to my face. “I’m ready.”

The air in the room changed immediately. I was NOT expecting that. “Are- are you sure?” I asked.

Leaning down, he nodded. “I want you so bad it’s driving me crazy. Is… it okay with you? If we…?” I chuckled, pulling him closer. Our lips met, and I wasted no time in getting heated.

“Yes,” I answered, muffled by him. “Fuck me, please.” He shivered, his gaze zeroing in on mine a second before he dipped down, attacking my neck. By now, Tall Boy’s bruises were gone, but Sweet Pea made some of his own. He decorated me in love bites, not even trying to hold back. He ground against me, and I gasped, eyes closing.

My hands moved to tug on his shirt, pulling it up his body until he had to lean back on his ankles to take it off. I scrambled out from under him, trying to follow after him. I tugged off my shirt, throwing it into the shadows on the floor. We gazed at each other as I moved slowly to straddle his waist.

Suddenly I burst out laughing, and it startled Sweets. My forehead went to his shoulder. “What?” he asked, the humor in his voice evident as he failed to not smile along with me. I leaned back, running my hand down his face, my fingers tracing his jaw. He was so beautiful. So gentle and kind and so in love with me. How did I get so lucky?

“My dad told me to have a good Christmas,” I told him. He grinned as he realized the irony of his encouragement as we sat in our current situation, moments from crossing a boundary my dad would not approve of.

He pulled me closer. “I have a gift for you,” he told me. “I wasn’t going to give it to you because I got scared but… I have one.”

A frown came onto my face. “I didn’t get you anything.” I looked away. “I didn’t even realize Christmas was coming.” My eyebrows knitted.

Sweet Pea pressed our foreheads together. “I don’t expect you to get me a gift. You’re here- what more can I ask for?”

My smile grew. “Keep my gift for the next holiday,” I whispered. “I just want you to tonight. I want my gift to be you and me, here, now, and nothing else. No worry or stress or Black Hood or Northside. No tomorrow when I have to go back. No Penny Peabody. Please?” He didn’t even pause before nodding, leaning to put me back on the pillow. “I just want to have a good Christmas with the man I love.”

Sweet Pea beamed. “I can do that.” His lips were on my neck and my eyes closed, a sigh passing through my lips. The noise was breathy and smooth, half in pleasure and half in contentedness.

Merry Christmas indeed.

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Christmas really boosted my spirits.

After our night together and my anxiety as he took me back to school, Sweet Pea's calls and texts came more often. We called in the morning as I walked to school, every night, at lunch. I felt myself relaxing and easing. The distance didn’t hurt so much. I started to mix the Serpent clothes with the ones I already had. I wore both and if I did it right, I could see what people meant when they said clothing choice was self expression. These clothes FIT me.

Unfortunately, my happy disposition on top of my developed confidence seemed to draw people in. Instead of tripping me or pushing me or treating me like I was a disease, people were actively trying to be apart of my life. Curious girls who thought I was super cool and flirty guys who thought I was super hot. Archie was by my side differently than before. Now we stood together, heads up and shoulders back. I didn’t walk behind him, hiding behind him. We had each other’s back.

His actions encouraged Betty to slip more into my life again. For real. Not just in passing or to defend me, but in class and walking to class and at lunch. Texting and calling, gossiping and getting advice and hanging out. Through them I grew a comfortable acquaintance with Veronica, and distantly, Josie as well.

The Bulldogs had actually had my back once or twice when a guy had gotten too in my face and insistent. Reggie had talked to me after but I told him I wasn’t interested and he backed off.

All of these connections I had though felt less genuine and more like a business agreement. With Betty, maybe, but... Where had they been those first few days? Those first few weeks? Where was Reggie when his own Bulldogs were whistling at me and calling me pet names to make me uncomfortable? Where was Josie when I was being pushed around- literally? When I was being trampled? I could only count on Betty and Archie. Veronica too. Maybe.

The Serpents always had my back. I couldn’t help but still think that. They would have my back no matter what side of Riverdale I looked or acted like. They had my back no matter who I was facing. Even before I’d been a Serpent, my own brother had abandoned me while the Serpents had my back. If they were here…

And then they were.

When the announcement sounded, I sat in the lounge, with Betty, Archie, and their friends. I heard the words ring through the halls and I froze, my heart stilling as I dared to hope.

South Side High was being shut down, and some students from there were coming here.

Could I get so lucky? To have my biggest wish come true? To have my brothers and sister here, with me, along with the love of my life? Being in these halls to be in a good school like I’ve wanted to happen for so long?

...How could this go wrong?

This was Riverdale- nothing good happened here. Especially in high school. I couldn't help but wait for a catch.

While everyone freaked out and Veronica tried to calm them all down, I stared at the wall, trying not to bring attention to myself and my complete joy.

Betty noticed me first. We both smiled- after all, Jughead would be coming too. Even in the precarious situation they were in, she couldn’t lie to me at least that some part of her was very excited.

Archie noticed me next, smile just as wide. He was glad to have Jughead back as well. And heck if I could finally have the people I'd missed so much back in my life? Hell yeah! The three of us were ECSTATIC!

Then I saw everyone else's faces. Eyes seeking me out and burning into me. I thought if the weeks of torture and my smile fell away. Nervousness nudged at me.

I called Sweet Pea that night and he confirmed that he, Toni, Fangs, and Jughead were coming to Riverdale High. Honestly, I wasn't as happy about it as I wish I could be. They'd be around again and in a better school. But the students...

My mind filled with the worst scenarios possible and I went to bed the night before uneasy.

Why couldn't I just be happy?

When had my life gotten so complicated?

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FTL: @alexa-playafricabytoto @chipster-21 @bitchyseawitch @justanotherdaydreamersoul

Story Tags: @reblogserpent @xprblmatcprincess @black-kitten-imagines @foolsgoldxo @90skpophoe

[anzanity]

He's so damn cute!!

[gayaristocrat]

Pretty Boy~

Pairing: Yandere! Archie Andrews x Femboy! Male Reader

Tags: @dangerousstrawberryshark

Request: So do you still take request? and how is your day? I was thinking yandere Archie Andrew x femboy male reader. I like yandere books btw. The plot is that the reader is new to Riverdale high

‼Author’s Note‼: Boy when I tell you I had so much fun writing this!!! I'm so happy you requested this, cus' I finally can add some good Yandere Archie to my masterlist. Also, let me know if there are any typos or things that need to be fixed.

Word Count: 3,481+

Word Key:

(s/t) = Skin Tone

(h/hl) = Hairy/Hairless

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Before you came to Riverdale High, things were very simple for Archie. His routine was very simple; get up, go to school, go to football practice, hang out with the gang, have some lovey-dovey time with Veronica, and if she didn't spend the night, he'd stay home and sleep in his cold bed alone, only being accompanied by Vegas.

But upon your arrival, something inside Archie shifted, he never could pinpoint what it was about you that made him fall for you, more specifically, obsess over you. Was it the way you walked? Was it your attitude or your personality? Was it the way you dressed? Well, whatever it was made Archie feel emotions he never felt before, something he's never even felt for Veronica. Something dark, something sinister. Every time he thought about you, the more he wanted to protect you, the more he craved you. He'd constantly catch himself staring at you in the hallways and in class. He'd even follow you home after school to make sure you made it home safe. It only made it worse when your family moved next door to him in the empty house on the right, it only made things easier for him. Archie had a place in his house he would call his 'special room' that was right next to your upstairs bedroom window that gave him the perfect view inside your room.

He'd always find it adorable how you had your collection of teddy bears of many different colors and shapes, how your room was decorated with pastel pinks and pastel purples. He had to be sure to board up his window in the room so you wouldn't catch him staring at your window. Archie wanted to do things to you he couldn't say out loud, disgusting, horrific, sinful things to you. He wanted so desperately to corrupt your innocent and pure mind. He wanted to chain you up and lock you inside this hidden room and hide you from the dangerous world. He wanted to be the only one to see your pretty (s/t) face, he wanted to be the only one to see you dressed in the cute frilly skirts you always wear to school. He wanted to make you his personal lap dog so you'd happily obey his every word and command without hesitation. He was so excited to have you, he even had a box he kept locked and hidden away in the room that was filled with lingerie, dresses, skirts, crop tops, maid outfits, and much much more for you to wear only for him to see you in. Archie knew that if anyone ever found out about his secret they'd view him differently, disgusted at him like he was some monster. So he had to make sure word will never got out, and he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if he has to kill the ones who try to stop him.

-------Time Skip-------

The next day at school, Archie was in the student loungeroom with Veronica forcefully cuddling into his arms, making him internally cringe, but he had to keep up his 'perfect boyfriend' act so he doesn't spark up any suspicions. In front of them was Tony and Cheryl coupled up, and Betty and Jughead were doing their romantic thing, the whole group was just chatting and hanging out with one another.

The back of Archie's head was tingling, and a voice was telling him to look behind him, and oh boy was he glad he listened. When he turned his head, it seemed like time slowed down as his eyes were blessed with the most beautiful sight the could have wished for walked in, his crush. (Full Male Name), the boy of his dreams walked in the room, dressed in an argyle pattern sweater, under the sweater was a white dress shirt that was tucked into a pleated white skirt that had a two black stripped lines running along the bottom of it, white high top converse decorated his feet with black fishnet stocking that went all the way up under his skirt. His nails were adorned with light blue polish, his neck that Archie wanted to ruthlessly mark up was wrapped with a pearl necklace that was white and sparkling. Utter fucking beauty. Beauty that could make any guy bow at your knees, and make any girl watch in envy.

When you walked in the lounge room you waved at the gang and Archie, making the red headed boy's face flush red as his heart fluttered. You made your way past them and went straight to the table where Reggie, Sweet Pea, and couple of other Serpent boys were sitting. You walked up and gave the boys hugs and started chatting with them, which did not go unnoticed by Archie.

It made him jealous, it infuriated him. Why couldn't he cuddle you like the other couples in front of him? Why couldn't he be the one to make you laugh? Why couldn't he touch you like Reggie and Sweet Pea did? Why would you let them defile you like that? He couldn't understand it, you let them touch you, but you don't even see them as nothing more than friends. They had no fucking right to touch what belonged to him, Archie had to fix this and he had to fix it fast. Blinded with rage, Archie unconsciously tightened his grip on Veronica's hand she forced into his, causing her to wince in the subtle pain. He quickly let her hand go at her outburst.

"Archiekins are you okay, you've been acting weird ever since the new kid transferred here?

Archie grabs and shakes his head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts, and get himself back together.

"Uh, yeah Ronnie, it's nothing. Trust me, it has nothing to do with (Male Name). Um...I have to go and uh, take care of something. I'll probably see you guys later on today"

Archie unhooks his arm and hand from Veronica's grasp and stands up from the lounge couch and grabs his bags to leave, but not before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. He walks out of the student lounge cringing at the kiss and runs to the bathroom as fast as he can, bursting through the door he locks it and checks underneath each stall to see if anybody was there before dropping his bags on the ground and walking into one of them. The more and more he thought about the kiss with Veronica, the more Archie begins to feel nauseous and quickly bends down to the toilet as his stomach rejects everything he ate that day. The sour acidic tasting liquid rushes up from his stomach, up past his esophagus, and out of his mouth, splashing into the toilet water. Tears ran down his eyes as his clenching stomach began to hurt with each gag and hurl. It literally made him sick thinking about kissing Veronica, or anybody besides you for that matter. He couldn't stand touching her, he couldn't stand looking at her, he couldn't even stand having sex with her anymore. Every interaction he had with her, he had to pretend it was you he was doing it with. He had to pretend it was (Male Name) he was kissing, that it was (Male Name) he was holding and touching, that it was (Male Name) he was fucking. Ever since the first day you transferred to Riverdale High, everything he ever felt for Veronica or did with Veronica faded away. At first he thought he was just sick, or just a phase, but it wasn't. This was something real he felt for you.

After he finished throwing up, he flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall and walked to the sink to rinse his mouth out. Spitting the water out he looked himself in the mirror. His face and neck was flushed with red, veins popping out in his neck and hands from the pressure of regurgitating, his eyes blood shot red from anger and disgust at Veronica. He couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. Fuck Veronica for being too clingy, fuck Hiram for threatening to kill him every time he thought about ending things with her, fuck Reggie and Sweet Pea for touching you the way they did.

"FUCKING WHY!?" He screamed as he punched the glass mirror, shattering it to bits and pieces. The pain of the glass shards sticking in his knuckles was completely numb to him, so he didn't notice until he felt warm crimson liquid running down his hands and dripping into the sink. The bathroom began filling up with the metallic sent of blood. Archie slowly picks out each and every chunk of glass stuck in his hand before cleaning and wrapping it in a bandage cloth he found in his bag. He then washed his face, got himself together, grabbed his bags, and left the bathroom as if nothing happened. He made his decision in that moment looking at the mirror. He got tired of waiting for you to come around. He got tired of waiting for you to talk to him. He knew that you were too shy to admit your feelings and your love for him...right? You did love him right? I mean, all the waves and smiles you sent his way. All the times you let Reggie, Sweet Pea, and all the other boys touch you was just to make him jealous, right? Yeah, that's right. He knew you were trying to get him to confess his love first, so that's exactly what he's gonna do. This week was the week you were gonna finally be his. Count your days, cus ready or not, here he comes.

After school Archie went straight home. He skipped football practice, he skipped hanging how at Pop's with the gang. He had one thing in mind, and one thing only. Getting you.

Sweet Pea was easy to take care of. All Archie had to do was easily break into his trailer dead in the night when everyone was asleep, and easily off the poor boy before he could even scream. Each day, one by one all the boys you talked to, or even touched ended up dead. And Reggie was the last survivor. By this time, people were starting to question the disappearance of the other boys. People were staring to whisper that you had something to do with it, which caused people to start avoiding you. Ever since you transferred to Riverdale High a month ago in the middle of the year, everyone instantly took a liking to you. You were dubbed as 'skirt boy' or 'dress boy' , not as in insult or anything because people really admired how you lived by the motto 'clothes are just fabric, they have no gender'. You made a name of yourself in just a couple of months. But all of that was taken from you. People no longer wanted to be around you. No body talked to you, hugged you, or even looked at you. People became scared of you, fearing that if they were around you, that they'd disappear too.

----Time Skip----

Archie managed to get wind that Cheryl was throwing a party after school, and obviously everyone was invited . Since Archie knew that Reggie would never pass up a good party, he knew that he was going to be there, and he would finally was able to finish him off like he did to Sweet Pea and the other few boys.

When Archie arrived at Thistlehouse, it was flooded with people from school. Empty bottles and cups of alcohol crowded the floor of the house everywhere, different color lights flashed throughout the room painting people with many different colors. Horny and sweaty kids were grinding and making out with one another, and it sickened Archie. The music was far too loud for his liking, all he wanted to do was kill Reggie, find you, and get the hell out of there.

"Archie! There you are dude, what took you so long to get here?"

Archie turned at the sound of the voice. Lo and behold, it was Reggie.

"Oh hey man, what a coincidence. I was just thinking about where I could find you." Archie says to the swaying and obviously drunk man.

"Oh y..yeah, I wash jush..talkin' tah (M...Male Name) upstairs. Ya'..ya'...yah' know w..what man. He's been pretty upshet lately. Yeah, he saysh p..people have shtaped talkin tah him"

Archie just couldn't help but darkly smile, this was all too easy for him. He'd at least thought that he would have to look forward to a challenge, but no. Things were smoothly playing out for him, and he's definitely without a doubt going to take advantage of it.

"Really now? Well how about you go get him and I can drive both of you home since you're obviously too waisted to drive."

Reggie nodded and stumbled his way to the stairwell, tripping and falling over several steps on his way up. Archie quickly grabbed a drink of strong alcohol and downed it easily, hissing at the burn, and made his way to his car. He sat in his seat and patiently waited for you both to come down. Archie looked down and saw the gun in his pocket being exposed a little, so he pulled his shirt down to cover it. He could feel himself getting overly giddy and excited thinking about you sitting in his car, and how tonight will finally be the night he'll have you and permanently get rid of Reggie. A few minutes later, he sees the both of you stumble out of the house. Even you were drunk too? Fucking amazing.

Both you and Reggie hopped in the car, with you in the front seat, and Archie began driving off. Throughout the whole drive Archie's grip of the steering wheel tightened and his heart was thumping as fast as a jackhammer, and it didn't get better when you dosed off and your head landed on his shoulder. Reggie was asleep in the back seat too, which gave Archie the opportunity to get a better look at you. He could smell the fruit scented perfume you were wearing, he felt himself twitch in his pants when he saw the way your skirt was hiked up a little on your leg, showing off your beautiful (h/hl) (s/c) legs he so desperately wanted to mark up, and your thicc thighs he wanted to stick his face between. Time seemed to fly by when he was staring at you, as he pulled onto the side of the road that lead to Sweetwater River. Trying not to disturbed you, Archie gently takes your leaning figure off of his shoulder and sits you up so you lean on the window. He got out of the car, woke up Reggie, and told him to take a walk with him.

The trip from the car to the river was quite short, which made Archie happy since he didn't want to keep you waiting. Both him and Reggie were admiring the view. The bright green trees standing tall as giants on the other side of the river, the glowing blue river water rushed past the rocks, splashing as it goes by. Reggie tripped and fell over the small rocks, as they were not really a reliable source for balance, especially in his wasted state. Archie stayed back a few feet behind him, and pulled out the gun hidden in his pocket, he pulled the hammer aiming it at Reggie's head. The clicking of the gun alerted Reggie as he turned around to see the origin of the noise, but before he could even utter a word out of his mouth, Archie pulled the trigger. The fast moving bullet shot out of the gun and lodged itself in between Reggie's eyes and shot out the back of his head. The power of the bullet caused blood to spew out and stain Archie's blue letterman jacket and face. Reggie's body went limp, falling on the ground instantly dead, blood flowing out of his head and trailing down into the water. Archie spit out the blood that shot into his mouth, cringing at the bitter taste of it. He stuck the gun back into his back pocket and rolled Reggie's heavy body into the river, watching as his lifeless body drifts away, never to be seen again by anyone.

Now that Reggie's gone, he'll have to find some way to break up with Veronica without Hiram being on his ass. Maybe he could set her up by getting her to cheat on him and then catch her in the act. He would have to take some time to think about it, but for now, he would just worry about that later. Now all he has to do is get back to you, and take you to your new room he set up for you. He ran back to the car, opened the door and closed it as quietly as he could so he didn't wake you and took off. While driving to his house, Archie adored watching you as you slept, lightly drooling as you did. He took one of his hands off the steering wheel and gently placed it on your warm leg, rubbing it up and down. He bit his lip and groaned as he felt your skin running against his flesh, he couldn't wait to have you when you got to your new home. Every now and then you'd stir in your sleep, alerting Archie, but he managed to continue his journey back. He finally gets to his house with you still asleep next to him, he clicks the garage remote to automatically open the garage and drive inside it, making sure to click the button again to close it. Archie looks behind the rearview mirror to make sure the garage was closed tight so no one can see what he's up to, then he steps out of the car and opens your side of the door, not forgetting to catch your head as it was still leaning on the window. He softly unbuckles your seatbelt, wraps your arms around your neck and picks you up, he then wraps your legs around his waist and rests his hand under your butt to balance you (also cus he just wanted to grope dat ass 😛).He shuts both of the car doors and makes his wat to the door, skillfully taking the keys out of his front pocket and unlocks the door to walk in.

Archie is firstly greeted by Vega, running to meet him barking with his wagging tail trying to jump on him for attention, only to be shushed by the red head. The barks caused you to move in his grasp and wrap your arms tightly and cuddle into the closest thing to you, which made Archie feel like he was on top of the world. He walked up the stairs, with Vegas closely following with curiosity as to who the new person was. He made it to the door of his secret room, which was now the place where he was going to keep you hidden from everyone, and opened it. He then walked in and sat you down on the floor locking a neck cuff around your neck with a pink heart shaped padlock so you don't escape. He walked over to the boarded up window he used to peak at you threw and made sure it was shut tight before pulling up a chair and silently staring at you with pride. He finally had you inside his house, finally to himself. He can finally now be the only one to touch you, to look at you, to hear your voice, and to fuck you. Just the though of it made his pants tighten. And now that you're hear, why not?

Slowly you wake up, opening your eyes in a groggy daze and a splitting pain in your head. You open your eyes and try to examine the dimly lit room you were in, or at least try to make out a figure or something. But...this..wasn't your room, these weren't your decorations, something felt off...felt..wrong. The cold uncomfortable metal on your neck made you shiver as you tried to pull at it to get it off, with little to no avail. In front of you you see navy blue adidas, calling out to the first person that popped in your mind. "Reggie?...W..where are we? Weren't we..at Cheryl's party?"

"Wrong name, (Male Name). Why don't I help you remember who I am baby?"

Archie gives you a sly look at your chained up figure before taking his shirt off. He then tosses the article of clothing to an unknown area in the room and he unbuckles his belt as he starts removing his pants, smiling at your scared and now sober quivering figure.

"P...please Archie, just let me go, and I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Just please let me go...I'll..I'll do anything you want, anything"

"Awww, how pathetic. Don't think you're getting away from me again that easily, begging like that~"

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[bangtanmix73]

I’ve finally decided to open requests. Please be specific whether you want a fanfic, drabble, or a head cannon!

I write for:

-Twilight: Bella Swan, Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Emmet Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Esme Culen, Embry Call, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Leah Clearwater, Emily Young, Seth Clearwater, Jared Cameron, Quil Ateara

-Riverdale: Betty, Jughead, Veronica, Cheryl, Toni, Sweet Pea, Fangs, FP, Alice

-IT: Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris, Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, Reginald “Belch” Huggins

- Kpop: Stray Kids, Mamamoo

-Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Lucifer, Gabriel, Crowley

-Alice in Borderland: Chishiya, Usagi, Kuina, An, Heiya,

No longer write for:

-The Lost Boys

-The Black Phone

I will write:

-nsfw (no minors please)

-angst

-fluff

-yanderes

-age gaps (as long as everyone is above 18)

-polyamory relationships

-murder, death, gore, anything alone those lines

I do write Lgbtq+, but there are some areas I’m not confident in and I’m afraid to offend someone.

I will NOT write: Scat/Urine/Vomit play/kink, p*dophilia, inc*st, cannibalism, r*pe, some mental illnesses, I also may add more later on.

Thank you!

[unlikelymilkshakedream]

It was a typical Friday in riverdale, you woke up and were excited for the weekend because this week had literally tried you to no ends. Your homework had stacked up horribly, you hadn't hung out with your friends all week, much less your boyfriend, Sweet Pea.

As the bell rang signaling the end of the school day, you felt excited to go to the white wyrm and get drunk around you lr friends, however those hopes quickly died down as your teacher called you to stay after class.

"Y/n, before you go id like a word with you."

"And I'd like a magic pony, but so rarely do we get what we want." You sassed back. You wanted nothing more than to climb behind sweets on his motorcycle and drink until you couldn't see straight.

"Y/n, your currently failing this class, I'm sorry but you need to do better. I know you, you're a smart person and you can do great things. You need to try harder." Your teacher looked like he wanted to be nice, but you were not in the mood.

"Mr. Yelich, I am trying hard, but you don't exactly make it easy, assigning more work every class, on top of the other 8 classes I have with a job and a social life. It will get done I promise, I am trying very hard." You were more than anything exhausted. Your job had kept you up late and no matter, you still had to stay up even later doing homework.

As you left the school building, you knew all of your friends would be gone already, including pea, who you told to not wait for. Instead you decided to catch a ride with your fellow serpent, Jessica.

When you got to the wyrm, you walked in and immediately ordered a shot of fireball. Surrounded by the crowded bar, no less. Tonight you decided you were going all in, blackout or back out, and you never backed out. As you took your fifth shot, you heard a voice behind you.

"Damn, like they're trying to get drunk, you know its just a stunt to get some dick, no wonder sweet pea hasn't talked to them all week." You turned around to see some beach blonde bitch with a posey of girls looking right at you. You sighed annoyedly.

"Now I know you weren't talking to me because one, who the fuck are you, two if I wanted dick I could get it sober unlike you bimbo bitches and three, what the hell do i care if I see sweet pea? I'm not his tender and he ain't my protector. So go find some other dumbass to lay into to make you feel better about your pathetic life. Thank you."

Apparently, the girls couldn't take it as well as the could dish it and instead jumped you in the middle of the bar. Since you were a little intoxicated it wasn't as easy as it would have been, however that didn't stop the undefeated Y/N Y/L/N. You grabbed the blonde by her hair after she suckered you in the rib and kneed her nose.

The girl next to the blonde grabbed you and layed a blow to your face while the third and final girl kicked you in the back. You went after the third girl, grabbing her arm and breaking her nose with your fist, while the other two punched your back and arms. She stumbled backwards and you turned to the other girls.

The blonde punched you in your nose, causing blood to drip onto the floor. The second girl layed three nice punches in your stomach. At this point your fight had gotten the attention of majority of the bar.

Just as you had knocked the brunette to the ground, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and hoist you off of the ground, separating you from kicking the others asses.

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing?" Sweet pea asked as he set you down. Tall boy came over at the same time.

"What the hell is going on here? Brooke, Sam?" Both girls got up with blood running from their faces and looked at the ground. "Y/n?" Tall boy turned to you.

"Nothing, if a bitch wants to talk shit, she better be ready to back it up." You say spitting blood on the floor.

"Y/n, you can't fight among serpents. You know the rules, if I catch you one more time, your suspended." Tall boy pointed a sharp finger in your face.

As he walked away, sweet pea grabbed your arm and turned you towards him. "Y/n, why did you do that?" You slapped his hand away.

"Fuck off sweet pea, I don't need your protection, I can handle myself. I'm your girlfriend, not some kid you need to take care of." You yelled in his face, followed by a shot of whiskey and then you stormed out of the bar. Sweet pea was stunned, you never yelled at him, much less in front of people.

As you left the bar slinging your jacket over your shoulders, you heard pea following you. "Hey, what the hell was that in there? Huh, don't you ever talk to me like that again." You turned to him, anger rushing through your veins.

"Why, because it makes you look weak? Sweet pea, you always talk to me like that and im fucking tired of it. I'm a serpent just like you. I'm your girlfriend, okay? You're not my guardian angel, and I don't need protection. Every other serpent sees me as your girlfriend and its bullshit!" You were screaming at him in front of everyone in the parking lot, not caring anymore and tired of his shit.

"Y/n, I never once tried to be your guardian angel. And if I want to help you who the fuck are you to say no?" Your laugh was filled with anger.

"Oh don't fucking kid yourself sweet pea. You want a girl you can make a house wife, you got the wrong fucking one. If you think i need your help you can walk in the other direction and never look back. Go fuck yourself." You spat as you turned away from him and got glances from other serpents who were in the parking lot.

"Y/n, you're fucking scum!" He shouted at you. You didn't care however, you just continued storming off. You had hoped tonight you could let loose and let the worries die away. But as tears streamed down your face as you walked into the dark, you couldn't help but hate how he didn't see your pain and stress.

He only cared how he looked and not how you were feeling. He didn't care about everything that had happened that week, he only wanted to look tough, like you were nothing more than a girl he could easily replace. But oh, was that the farthest thing from the truth there could be.

As you walked down the dimly lit street, you promised yourself, never to let anyone control you or make you feel this way again. You deserved someone better, someone who knew not to fuck with you, and you would be damned if you ever let anyone step on your fire again.

A/n: hi, so I tried my best to write this in a way that anyone could read, I hope I did a good job! I hope you like it and to anyone who feels like they aren't taken seriously, I just want you to know that I believe in you, and don't ever let anyone tell you what to do. You are amazing and deserve to show it! I love you all! Thank you for the love on some of my recent works <333

[i-havetroublewithsnakes]

"Let’s go home" // Sweet Pea

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader // Betty Cooper x Reader

Word Count: 620

Author’s Note: Hello there! Even if I love Betty/Veronica friendship.. how cool could it be if Betty met SP’s gf and boom.  Anyways like always this is not my first language so i’m really sorry for all the typing errors.

The first time Jughead took Betty at the Quarry, it was a peaceful spring night, and that night first the first time Betty saw Y/N. The girl had Sweet pea's jacket oh her shoulders while she was sitting on his bike. Sweets was talking to other serpents not so distant from her. "She is Y/N" Jughead said coming closer to her and she smiled. "She is not a serpent, but she is from the Southside" he continued explain looking at Betty. Y/N look at her with a smile "and last but not least she is Sweet pea’s girlfriend " Betty turned listening a female voice coming from her back, Toni was looking at Y/N with a grin on her face. Y/N laughed and Betty thought she had the sweetest laugh ever. "And she is Betty, my girlfriend" Jughead said with a smile on his face. "Nice to meet you Betty" "My pleasure" the blonde girl said softly.

The night at the Quarry was passing fine, Betty took a sit beside Y/N while she was drinking a beer, there was a great atmosphere when a scary sound came from Betty and Y/N's back, they look at each other and behind them with a strange feeling. "We should tell them" Betty said with a worried look on her face but Y/N was already up. "They deal with shitty jobs everyday, it's only a sound maybe the wind, I'll go check, stay safe here" she said but Betty wasn't agree with that. She followed Y/N even if she was a little bit scared, Y/N smiled when she felt Betty’s hands on her arm Betty furrowed her brows while they were walking and suddenly she saw a male figure in front of them, her heart stopped. Y/N's reaction was fast, fucking fast. She back off dragging Betty with her when that guy jumped out against the girls. He pointed a bat on Y/N and she rolled her eyes.  "Oh god, again?" she said annoyed. The only thing Betty was thinking was how she could be so fearless.  That question made Toni turns her face suspiciously and Y/N wasn't anymore on Sweets bike but facing someone, she jumped. "Sweet pea!" Toni yelled and all the serpents turned where the girls where.  Everything happened fast, Betty saw some serpents running after the guy and Sweet pea looking at Betty with anger.  "She did nothing babe, I heard a sound and I went check" Y/N said approaching him.  "How many fucking times I told you t-"  Y/N put her small hands on Sweets arms, coming really close to his face "I'm sorry, okay?" she whispered, their lips was almost touching  He rolled his eyes and sighed stepping back.  "I think he hates me" Y/N looked up at Betty who was watching Sweet Pea talking to FP. He was nodding to something FP said and Y/N smiled to herself, he was so beautiful.  "No he doesn't, he is like that. He trust no one, at the beginning he just look at everyone like the grumpy cat" Y/N said laughing.  "Are you gonna fight about what happened?" Betty asked and Y/N nodded.  "I'm sorry"  "for what?" Y/N asked with a confused look.  "for the fight you will have" Betty said and Y/N chuckled.  "it's not your fault, we always fight for this type of things. I grew up in the Southside and I always faced with this kind of things but he is overprotective about me. That's fine" She explained "Yes but.. He doesn't even kissed you" Betty whispered.  Y/N smiled blushing a little bit.  "He doesn't really like affection when he is angry" Sweet pea caressed Y/N's arm. "Let’s go home" he said and Y/N looked up to him nodding.

[sweetpea-fvck]

Taking Sides || S.P.

Warnings: Cursing

Plot: You started dating Sweet Pea and your north side friends aren’t happy, it all comes down to one choice; him or them?

“So I was thinking maybe we could all go to the lake this weekend, what do you say Y/N?” You looked up from your phone to Veronica, “I can’t this weekend, sorry Ronnie I already made plans.” She sighed, “Of course you did, you never have time for your friends anymore.” You shook your head, “That’s not true, we hang out all day at school.” Betty cleared her throat, “I think it’s nice she is in a relationship, even if it is with a serpent, at least she’s happy.” You scoffed, “What do you mean ‘even if it’s with a serpent’ you’re dating jughead and he’s their leader.” Betty raised her hands in defense, “That’s not what I mean, it’s just... you come from two different worlds, Jughead isn’t like them, he grew up on the north side, he’s trying to tone them down. You literally chose the worst of the bunch.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I expect this from people like Reggie or Archie but you guys? I thought you were my friends.” You shook your head in disbelief, “You really don’t support my choice to be with Sweet Pea?” A loud chuckle came from behind you, “Of course they don’t, none of us do. Bulldogs eat Serpents for lunch, he’s just south side trash.” Reggie plopped himself down on a chair next to Veronica, “You can’t be on both teams Y/N. You’re either with us or against us.” Veronica smacked his arm, “You don’t have to be so blunt.” You clenched your jaw angrily, “Oh so you agree with him?” She averted her gaze and started picking at her nails, “Betty? Do you agree with him?” Betty sighed, “Yes, I do. I don’t think you should be in a relationship with him, he’s taking you away from us and you’re just going to end up hurt.” Reggie smirked, “Looks like it’s either him or us.”

You shook your head, “I can’t believe you guys right now, are you seriously making me choose?” Veronica nodded, “If that’s what it takes to get you away from him then yes.” You laughed but there was no humor behind it, “Then I choose him and I’ll always choose him, do you wanna know why? Because he would NEVER make me choose. He has never had a problem with me being a north sider! All he cares about it that I’m safe and I’m happy which is more than I can say for you guys. He has tried to get you guys to accept him, he joined the basketball team, he wore those stupid mandatory outfits, which lets not forget Jughead is the first one who protested them. He never cared who I was friends with or why. I would pick him again and again and again because he loves me and I love him and if you don’t accept that, then you can’t accept me. I can’t believe I ever called you guys my friends...” You picked up your bag and started walking out of the room before stopping for a moment and turning around, “Real friends would never have made me pick a side.”

Sweet Pea stood outside the door waiting for you, “Are you gonna be okay princess?” You nodded, “It will take some time but yeah I think I’ll be okay... it just hurts you know?” He pulled you into his arms, “I know baby, but you know, I would understand if you picked them. Some of what they said is true.” You looked up at him, “Pea, none of what they said is true, they don’t know what I know, they don’t see what I see. To them you are just some thug but, to me you are my prince charming, my knight in a leather jacket.” He smiled at you but let you continue. “If they really cared about me they would have taken the time to get to know you. They would have tried to see past the fueds and let me be happy but...they didn’t and that’s okay. They made their choice and I made mine, now let’s please get out of here.” He kissed you on the forehead, “Anything for you princess.”

A/N: This is based on while everyone still hates each other, so sorry the girls are so mean it just adds to the drama 0-0 Let me know what you guys think! I want to post more so I’m trying to do some shorter stuff to ease back into writing ♡

[lonleywriters-blog]

imagine this: Reader calls yanderes Sweet pea from Riverdale by his full name and starts to glare at him when he doesn't do something reader asked him to like maybe not doing the chore the reader asked him to?

Omg yes I love this idea

Yan. Sweet pea when you yell at him because he didn't do something

Pls don't reblog or take

Let's say you asked him to put the dishes away as you left the house. You had such a bad at at work. What ever could go wrong went wrong. You spilled food everywhere including yourself. It took forever for your car to start and your shoe broke in middle of the day. You just wanted to come home make a snack and relax. You opened the cabinet and there was no cups you looked in the dishwasher and surprise there still in there. You just got so mad you couldn't take it anymore. You went into the living room where sweet pea was watching t.v and glared crossing your arms over your chest. Sweet pea got up to get you and stoped in his tracts he could see you were mad, really mad. He doesn't like conflict when it comes to you. He doesn't want to make you mad or get mad at you so he was very nervous. If looks could kill he would be long gone. You started yelling at him. "I asked you to do one thing one damn thing." It clicked in his head how could he be so dumb. He looked at you like a kicked puppy he didn't mean to forget. When you look at him you can't help how guilty you feel. You should take this out on him but the day has just been so so hard. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes. "I'm sorry I yelled it's been a hard day im so sorry pea." You say sadly as a few tears fall. He walks up to you slowly wrapping his arms around you setting his chin on your head. "It's alright baby I'm sorry I didn't put the dishes up." He smiled as you hug him back.