#staring up at the fridge doing bicycle crunches.

[wndaswife]

just saw a three inch long bug with like forty legs

amazing

then it ran under the heating room sliding door where my luggages are

it rlly said april fools bitch no more exercising on the floor for u anymore

[riverdalepoet]

All I Ever Wanted (part 4)

PAIRING: Sweet Pea and OC (Emma Carter Wilson); Kevin and Fangs, Toni and Cheryl, Betty and Jughead

WORD COUNT: 2209

WARNINGS: LANGUAGE AND SUGGESTIVE THEMES

A/N: For whatever reason, I’m having issues with these posts.  The tag for this story is all I ever wanted sweet pea and emma.  It is also being posted on AO3 (kaylahselman15).  PLEASE message me if you see something missing from this post.  and I hope you enjoy!

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         “I’m not saying you’re a terrible driver, babe.  All I’m saying is that you should be taking better care of this vehicle.  How long has it been making this sound? Fangs could’ve already had this fixed.” Sweet Pea droned on and on and on.

I rolled my eyes and leaned against the window.  “Sweets, you know how you said you wanted me to tell you when you’re being an ass?”

“No, I don’t.  I was drunk and I still think you made that up,” he laughed as I reached over to smack the back of his head.

“First of all, darling, think what you want to.  Second of all, YOU. ARE. BEING. AN. ASS.  Not all of us drive like grandpas.  Some of us like to live a little.”

He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and shot a pointed glare my way, “And that is how you totaled your first car.  I swear to you, Emma, if I get a call like I got that night ever again, you’ll be driving a bicycle.”

I crossed my arms and looked back out the window, muttering “You flip a car one time, and you never live it down.”

To be fair, he had a point.  We were still in high school and just had a huge fight.  At that time, we weren’t officially together…just fucking like rabbits.  It was sometime after the White Wyrm had been reclaimed as Serpent territory, and my future husband was using it as his safe haven to get with every new girl that walked in.   We had an arrangement- fight, rip each other’s clothes off, argue, leave hickeys on every visible surface of our bodies, insult, sneak off to broom closets for relief, and most importantly- no one finds out.

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A few months in, and it was starting to fall apart.  The more I watched them fawn over him, the angrier I got, and that night my blood was boiling.  I sat, frozen, at the bar with Toni, and listened to her complain about Cheryl being away for the weekend.  I was terrified if I got up, I would walk right over and tell Mr. Pea exactly what I thought of him, so instead, I pouted.  

After a little while, I got bored and started making eyes at the new recruit across the bar. He was brawny and certainly seemed interesting.  A few winks later, and he started to make his way over to the stool beside me.  For the next few minutes, I flirted shamelessly, making the most out of this glorious distraction.

Downing every shot of whiskey Toni slid in front of me and getting this much attention from somebody new, made me forget all my woes. He had just lifted his newly tattooed hand to grip my thigh, when “What the fuck?” thundered from across the room.  We both jumped and looked over to see Sweet Pea storming over to the two of us.

Before the poor guy had a chance to stand up, Sweet Pea had him by his jacket and slung him off the stool.  “You’re new around here, so I’m gonna make this very clear.” His eyes were black and his fists were balled tightly at his sides.  ‘If you put one finger on her ever again, you can kiss that hand goodbye.”

For good measure, Sweet Pea shoved him towards the door, and he clamored to his feet making a swift exit.  The Wyrm had gone silent.  Fangs was watching the scene with a smirk as Toni was eyeing me carefully.  

Slowly Sweet Pea turned around and his cold stare was met with fire from mine.  We stayed that way glaring holes into each other until Jughead walked up, clapping a hand on Sweet Pea’s shoulder and saying, “Maybe you two should go outside.  Ya know, talk or whatever it is you do? We don’t want to cause a sc-“

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” I yelled, ignoring Jug all together.  He took a deep breath and backed away.  Sweet Pea grabbed his jacket from the pool table and made his way towards the door, leaving his date for the night pissed.

I matched every step he took, finally able to corner him against the side of the building. “No, you don’t get to ruin my night and run away without an explanation.  What the hell was that?”

“Emma, go back inside right now,” he growled, reaching for his cigarettes, and leaning back against the wall as he took in a long drag.

“Excuse me?  Since you’re big on ‘making things clear’ for people tonight, let me clear a few things up for you. You don’t get to eye fuck every girl that gives you the time of day and blow your fuse when I flirt with ONE PERSON compared to your twenty.  You don’t get to insist that I follow the rules that we made, and then say to hell with them whenever you feel like it.  And you damn sure don’t get to tell me what to do, you self-righteous fuck.”  He pushed himself off the building with his foot, flicking his cigarette on the gravel.  He towered over me with ease, standing as close as he could to match my intensity.

“Get your ass back inside before I say something I regret, Emma, I fucking mean it.  Do not push me right now.” With that, I reached in my pockets for my keys and turned on my heel.

“I said get back inside, Emma Carter.  Where are you going?”  He followed me, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around to face him.

“Fuck you,” I spat through gritted teeth.  “Fuck this.  I’m done.” Jerking my hand free from his grip hurt, but not as much as it did to leave him in the taillights as I tore out of the parking lot.  

Paying too much attention to the pounding in my ears and no attention to my speed, I raced through the night, trying my best to get Sweet Pea out of my head.  The sharp curve on Holly Drive, locally referred to as the Devil’s Spine, appeared much sooner than I anticipated.  There was no use; I had no time to bring the car down to a decent speed.  Just like that the still of the night was broken as my car flipped over the guardrail, taking me with it.  

Sherriff Jones was the first on the scene.  Calmly, he assessed the damage and kept me sane as I dangled upside down, and waited for the ambulance. “You’ve really done it now kiddo,” he mumbled, dialing a number into his phone. I tried my best to focus on his voice as he spoke to keep from slipping into unconsciousness.  “Son, you might want to get Pea and head this way.  I’m at the Devil’s Spine with Emma…. Completely flipped.  Yeah, it’s just me here right now.  Okay.”

“FP, why��d you have to send for Sweet Pea?” I groaned when he hung up the phone, turning to face me again.

“Because he’s second in command…and because once Jughead told him what was going on, he’d come hell or high water.”

“I doubt it…”  FP shook his head in response as I tried to stretch my neck for relief.  I let out a small cry, and FP was kneeling in the window, trying to see what caused it.  “I’m fine, I’m fine.  It just hurts…why did I do this?” My eyes were getting heavy and I was struggling to keep it together.  

“Hey, little lady, stay with me now.” Tires screeching close by caught my attention and kept me going for a while longer. “Oh thank God.  Boys, get over here with her, I’m about to light a fire under these paramedics ass if they don’t get here.”

My vision was spotty, but I could tell by his height that Sweet Pea was quickly making his way towards my wrecked vehicle.  The crunch of boots halted as he bent down. “Emma, baby, look at me.”

“Go away, Pea,” I mumbled, wanting nothing more than to sleep. Paying no mind to the glass in his way, he reached through the window to stroke my cheek.  

“Emma, you gotta keep your eyes open. Hey, hey, open your eyes.  What can I do?”

Smiling to myself, I weakly replied, “You can say ‘I am a dick and Emma is the best’”.  Sweet Pea obliged making me giggle despite myself.

Jughead crouched beside Pea to let us know that the ambulance just pulled up, and before I knew it, they were working on getting me out.  Sweet Pea stayed by my side and held my hand.  At first, they would not let him ride in the back with me, but a few stern words from Sherriff Jones had them rethinking that decision.  Sweets clung to me for dear life and kissed each of my knuckles. “This ends now, okay? No more hooking up and hiding it.  That is over.  We are together now, you hear me?”

The last thing I remember before giving in to the medicine being pumped through my veins was nodding in response and begging, “Don’t leave me…”

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 Sweet Pea reached over and squeezed my knee.  “Em, where’s your head?” I turned my attention back to him, swooning at his tender half-smile he saved just for me.

“Feeling pretty damn lucky,” I whispered, and kissed him on the cheek.  He used the hand that was on my knee to grab my hand, and we rode in comfortable silence the rest of the drive.

By the time we pulled up to our house right on the outskirts of the Southside, Carter was sleeping soundly.  We carefully got him inside and placed him gingerly in his crib.

We stumbled into the kitchen, exhausted from the stress of the day.  Sweets sat down on the barstool, reaching for a bottle of water. “Do you think we should cook something?”

“Well, a sure-fire way to get Fangs to fess up would be food, so yes.”  I laughed and started on dinner.

It wasn’t long before the man of the hour pulled into the driveway, and made his way into our home.  Sweets grabbed him a beer from the fridge as I set the table.  

“Well this is nice,” Fangs commented stuffing his face.  “I was just planning on going to Pops later.” Sweet Pea nudged my leg under the table.

“Oh? By yourself?”  Fangs slowed his chewing and looked suspiciously between the two of us.

“Yeah, I was gonna order take out like always.” I hummed in response.

“Emma….” Fangs started.  “Why are acting so….pleasant?”  Sweet Pea choked back a laugh as I stomped firmly on his foot.

“All I’m doing is feeding you, Fangs. I do this about twenty times a day.” Grumbling about being ungrateful, I stabbed a piece of chicken into my mouth.

Fangs was quiet for a moment as my husband was trying, still, to recover from his laughing fit.  “No, that’s not it. I’ve known you for too long. Come on out with, Wilson.”

The table shook as I slammed my hands down and rose to my feet.  “Alright fine.  I tried to bring you breakfast this morning, but somebody was already there, Franklin.  Any idea who that might’ve been? Looked suspiciously like Kevin Keller to me.”

Fangs averted his eyes as a deep blush spread across his cheeks.  He stared between me and Pea nervously, refusing to answer.

“Oh no sir!  What was that you told me? ‘Come on, Fogarty, out with it.”  Sweet Pea slid another beer to him, sympathetically and Fangs smiled slightly.  Sweets was thoroughly enjoying how uncomfortable Fangs was, and was fighting back a grin.

Fangs huffed and finally said, “No comment.”

“Okay then, no comment, no dessert.”  Fangs laughed at that and got up from his seat to follow me into the kitchen.

“Em,” he leaned against the counter and held eye contact.  “Why are you mad?”

I slapped the dishcloth on the sink and sighed before turning to face him.  “Because I’m not in the loop anymore.  You two used to tell me everything- even things I didn’t want to know.  When did that stop?”

Fangs grabbed my shoulders and looked me square in the eye, “When there’s something to tell, I will come to you first.  We’re figuring things out, okay?  It literally just happened less than eight hours ago.”

I nodded and pulled him into a hug, “Promise it’s not because I’m not cool anymore.”

Sweet Pea chose that moment to walk in the room and chuckled before I shot him a dirty glare.  Fangs just squeezed me tightly.  “No, no.  You’re still the baddest chick I know.  Now let’s go look at your car.”

Groaning, I ushered him outside, following Pea who handed Carter off to me so he could pop the hood.  It took a little longer than usual, but he had my SUV back in pristine condition.  I was still fighting my curiosity but felt a lot better after our talk.  Becoming a mom made me so happy, but distanced me from the people that in my life.  It was nice to know they loved me just the same.