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devil’s vessels [ivar ragnarsson au]

summary: Ivar is the Sergeant at Arms in the Devil’s Vessels MC. You are his girlfriend and he tries to keep you out of his deals but they are going through a particularly nasty one with the English, and the club decides that it is safer for their women to know instead of remaining in the dark.

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of physical and mental abuse

A/N: I’ve been working on this for two weeks now, hoping you guys like it. I was kind of thinking about doing a miniseries about the brothers and their women in this particular AU if this is popular enough, also THIS IMAGINE IS PRETTY LONG (9 pages on google docs)

Ivar’s eyes wandered around the table, looking menacingly down at the newly patched in members. He didn’t trust them, the last new member that they patched in had ended up betraying them, given he didn’t get very far with their secrets, and Ivar killed him without a second thought. It’s not like devotion to the club was a new concept for him, and in fact he didn’t mind doing the dirty work. On occasion, he craved blood, and conflict was always welcome, so long as confidential information about the club did not escape the confines of the members minds, and as long as you were a safe distance from harm. Ivar admired how you always understood that he didn’t want to talk about club business with you unless the situation permitted, and you never asked him to stop doing the dangerous work. You knew that without the club, Ivar wouldn’t really know what to do with himself.

Bjorn cleared his throat suddenly, drawing Ivar out of his thoughts. “Ivar, the English are demanding more guns. You’re my Sergeant at Arms, do we have the means to provide?”

Ivar folded his hands in his lap. “We have the means, but I think our time would be better spent elsewhere at this point. We cannot have them thinking that we will be at their side as soon as they ask it, after all.”

Ubbe nodded in agreement. “I hear they have a civil war brewing, we do not want mass murder connected to our guns.”

“We’ll have to deal with their wrath when we tell them that we are no longer going to provide. Therefore, I think we should tell our women about what has been happening. It is better for them to not be in the dark. If it does get nasty, we need to move everyone into the clubhouse. We’ll take a vote on everything before we leave.”

Ivar came home to you that night exhausted. He hung his kutte up on the coat rack and walked to the kitchen, where you were sitting at the table, coffee cup clutched in your hand. You looked up and smiled, kissing him before he sat down across from you. “We have some business to discuss, my love. Club business.”

Your hands clenching down on the mug did not go unnoticed by Ivar, so he reached over and took one between his fingers, squeezing lightly. “Am I the only woman that is being involved?”

He shook his head. “No, all the old ladies are being brought into the loop in case something happens.” It was hard for him to tell you about anything. You were strong, stronger than any woman he knew, but he kept you out of this for a reason- to keep you safe. His biggest concern was if telling you would help or hurt the situation, but he didn’t have a choice in that, Bjorn had decided, and that was final.

So he started with how the club got into bed with the English in the first place. It had started with their father Ragnar looking to expand the club, and you knew that, but you had thought the business with the English to be done when Ragnar died. Ivar told you that it never ended there, the sons of Ragnar killed Aella, and then went to business with his rival in England. The trading started off with a small order of fifty guns, and then the demands became larger. “We have received intel that our guns are being used in civil street warfare. Innocents have been killed, and we have decided not to supply them with the means to kill anymore. The women have been brought in because we think the English will retaliate, and I need you to be ready to get to the clubhouse and stay as soon as I tell you to.” Your hands were shaking in his, he brought both to his mouth and kissed one knuckle on each, then motioned for you to stand. Ivar’s arm circled your back and swept under your knees, carrying you down the hall to your bedroom.

“You have to come back to me, Ivar. If a deal goes south, you have to promise to come back.”

Ivar’s hand cradled the back of your head, kissed your forehead, and pulled you closer to him, his strong arms keeping you in place while he whispered to you. “I’ll always come back for you. Nothing and no one will keep me away. Do you understand, kitten?”

That night was stuck in Ivar’s head as he pulled up next to his brothers in the old warehouse the English had agreed to meet them in. Bjorn, Ubbe, and Hvitserk all looked a bit distracted, their faces plastered with a hard expression to remain strong. Ivar pulled his helmet from his head and glared in the direction of the open door. “How did Margrethe take the news, Ubbe?”

He chuckled half- heartedly, like he was trying to relieve the tension that would only get worse once he said something. Ubbe stared at the ground for a good minute before he ran his index finger and thumb across his eyebrows to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I think she’s gone fucking insane.” All of the brothers looked at him for a moment, trying to assess if he was serious about what he was saying. “She did not talk to me the rest of the night, she wouldn’t even make eye contact with me. It’s like I broke her.” Hvitserk patted Ubbe’s shoulder in comfort and then they looked to Bjorn, who answered without having to be asked.

“Torvi has been involved in sour deals before, but that was previous to our children. She has arranged for them to stay with her parents on the East Coast until the smoke has cleared, she is worried about them having a father after this is done more than anything else.” Before they could say anything else, they were surrounded by black pickups and SUV’s, but only three people stepped out: Aethelwulf and his two sons.

The brothers did not move from their bikes save for Bjorn and Ubbe, who came to the center of the gathering with their arms crossed over their chest. “Why did you need to meet with me? Do we need a change of transport?” Aethelwulf kept his hands folded in front of him, his two sons stepping back so that their father was at the front. Everyone became silent, not trusting what would happen next. “Is there a problem I should know about, gentleman?”

Bjorn was the first to speak, his eyes darting from Aethelwulf to his sons. “You made a demand rather than a request last time I spoke with you. The Devils Vessels MC does not bow to demands.” Aethelwulf stepped closer, his eyes narrowing menacingly. Sigurd and Ivar stepped forward now, flanking Bjorn and Ubbe, who placed their hands on the guns that were nestled between the waistband of their jeans. “Do not get closer. It will end badly, Aethelwulf, I warn you.”

“You will not deny me my guns, my ammo, the spark that I need. I have to ask why the sudden change of heart? Besides the demanding.”

“We didn’t realize you were using the guns to fight a civil war, and to kill innocent people.” Ubbe said, and Aethelwulf glanced in his direction, nodding.

Aethelwulf stepped back to his sons, and the Lothbrok brothers folded into themselves, lining up to get back on their bikes now. The boys straddled the motorcycles and watched Aethelwulf as he stopped at the door to one of the SUV’s. “Boys!” He grinned. “I always get what I want, whether it be by force or will.” Before they could blink, he produced a gun and aimed. The brothers shouted warnings, but before they could duck down, the bullet rang in the air.

One hit Siguard’s shoulder, the other in between his eyes. All Ivar felt was the warm spray on his neck. His brother was hunched over his bike beside him, the blood pouring down the sleek paint from the wounds. Bjorn screamed out in rage, tears threatening to spill over, fists clenched and raised at his sides. Ubbe drew his weapon, firing shots while the vehicles pulled away, the bullets taking out the glass. The motorcycles fired up just moments later, and the boys rode with guns pointed in the direction of the caravan. Ivar felt numb, his brothers blood was coating the backside of him, and somehow he was out here with Bjorn, Ubbe, and Hvitserk. He felt nothing, how was that possible? Ivar was not at all close to Sigurd, but shouldn’t he have felt something other than empty? He wasn’t mad, or unhappy, he was just indifferent.

He couldn’t stop thinking about what you would say, what the look on your face would be when he showed up at home looking like that. He was sure you would be horrified, ask what happened, what went wrong. And he would have to tell you, because war was brewing even now, as they sped down the roads at the highest speeds they could handle to catch up with demons. Ivar felt that he had failed at protecting you from his life in the club, couldn’t shelter you from the horrors and the loss that living this kind of life came with. But what else could he do? He couldn’t stand to be without you, and you wanted to take these chances for him. Who was he to control you?

Ivar threw his kutte down on the laundry room floor and joined you in the shower after stripping himself of his clothes. You shuddered when the rush of cold air hit you, but it was immediately replaced by his warmth. Ivar turned you to face him, his hands cupping your cheeks as he brought you up to kiss him. When he pulled away, you grabbed the loofa from behind him and turned his back to you. You tried to hold in the gasp when you saw the blood that was now washing down his back. Ivar’s shoulders tensed and you continued onto the task, putting soap on the loofa and rubbing it across his back.

Lounging on the couch later on, Ivar cradled you between his legs, his arms resting on your chest. He knew you would ask him what happened at some point, why all that blood was there, but you started off with a question he didn’t expect. “What happened at that deal today?”

Ivar went silent. “How did you find out about that?”

“Torvi called before you got home. She told me to ask you about it.” You spun and faced him, adjusting your legs so that you were straddling him, your arms around his neck, his hands resting on your hips. “So what happened?” Ivar considered for awhile. How was he supposed to answer that? When a few minutes passed and he still didn’t say anything, you put a hand on his shoulder. “Ivar, it’s okay to tell me. Let me protect you for once.”

“Sigurd is dead. We told the English we wouldn’t sell them guns anymore, and Aethelwulf shot him. Twice.” You knew he didn’t harbor any love for his late brother Sigurd, but you still leaned forward and embraced him, pressing him close to your chest, as close as he could get. “We’ve made the decision to move our women into the clubhouse. I need you to have your stuff packed because we are leaving tomorrow morning, plan to stay for a week.” He held you tighter.

“Do you think they will come after us?”

He knew that you didn’t want to hear him say yes, even if that was what he thought. One of his hands moved up higher to hold the nape of your neck, the arm fitting snugly around your waist. He only wanted to comfort you, but with a question like that, he wasn’t sure how. Finally, Ivar sighed and kissed your shoulder. “I’m going to do my best to protect you, Y/N. I’ll kill anyone that lays a hand on you, that’s a promise.” Ivar kissed you, capturing your lips in a sensuous, slow burning fire, his hands caressing your face gently, like he would break if he pressed on your skin just a little bit. “I’ll always take care of you, angel.”

You weren’t allowed to leave, that was all you knew. You were more vulnerable if you left, especially without Ivar or one of the boys to protect you. Ivar made it his personal rule that you wouldn’t leave the clubhouse without him or one of his brothers, but you were not to leave with a member or a prospect, he didn’t trust them with you that much.

Torvi was sitting at the bar with a drink in her hand, you behind mixing more. It was only the girls right now, all the men were out riding, finding more help to deal with the English that were breathing down their necks. Margrethe was sulking on the couch in the corner, some of the groupies hanging around with her, hoping to become an old lady like her. Torvi was not fond of Margrethe, and you were on the fence, but in the end she just needed help. The two of you were trying to remain strong, be role models for the other girls, but it was hard to do so when you weren’t sure if you would see the men that you loved. “Do the kids know why they are going with their grandparents?”

Torvi shook her head. “I told them that it was because I would be very busy for a few weeks. My parents know, I made sure to prepare them for anything that could come. My father is chief of police over where they live, so they will be living with a protective police detail.” She swirled the small black straw in her drink for a moment, and then sighed, blinking back tears. “They just love Bjorn so much. I can only hope he is spared in this fight.”

You nodded. “He’ll be okay. Bjorn loves his children more than life, he will make sure to get back alive.”

“What about Ivar?”

You poured yourself a drink then. “We have a life to build together. He promised that he would come back to me, that he would protect me.” You looked up at her then. “I have to hold onto that.” The two of you remained silent while the groupies continued their worried chatter, expressing their concern for the men, even the ones that were taken. You didn’t mind though, Ivar only had eyes for you, and the rest of the women were too scared to even look at him. When the chatter finally stopped, it was quiet, eerily so. Torvi stood from the bar and looked out the window for a moment, her eyebrows crinkling while she stared intently. “What’s going on?”

Her eyes widened and she began screaming commands. “Get in the rooms, go!” You glanced to see what she was so worried about. The English had broken into the compound, their guns were poised at the clubhouse as they approached quickly. “Y/N, we have to go.” You nodded and took the gun from underneath the counter, grabbing a knife to give to Torvi. “We have to go now!” You began to run down the hallways just as they burst through the door, bullets blazing trails in the walls.

You grabbed Torvi’s arm and pulled her to you. “They can climb out the windows, Margrethe can start getting them out. Go!” Torvi went to start the mission while you stayed back, your finger pushing down on the trigger more times than you could count. The men were advancing quickly, one person with a pistol was nothing compared to five men and machine guns. You shot a good few dead, and when the gun was empty, you ran. Ivar’s room was low to the ground, if you could get there and get out, you would be okay, you knew it. The noise of the men shouting at one another was deafening, and they were getting closer, they were faster than you. Your breaths were getting faster and more ragged, your legs tired and unsteady.

A hand reached out and grabbed your arm, swinging your entire body back to theirs. Your hand gripped the pistol tighter and smashed the butt of the gun against his temple, but his strength kept you pinned to him as he fell. The men took the opportunity to grab your arms and haul you up, even as you fought against them, they didn’t stop walking. “Let go of me!” You kicked and screamed but to no avail, they were too strong for you. Finally, they stopped in front of a black SUV, a man with curly hair and a beard grinned.

“I’m Aethelwulf. Your name?”

“Kiss my ass.” You finished off the sentence by spitting in his face, scowling while he wiped at it with his sleeve.

“Boys, shut her up, won’t you?” Your eyes widened and you started kicking again, hoping to get free of them. One man held you while the other raised his gun and smacked it against the back of your head. “Put her in the back, and bind her hands and feet. We can’t have her escaping on us.”

They had been torturing you for days, leaving a deep gash at the top of your cheek that was identical to Ivar’s. They also gave you a busted lip and left you badly bruised. Aethelwulf was relentless about getting information from you, beating you until you were screaming but not badly enough so that you would die. He kept you on a 24 hour watch, so no one could get to you except him and his sons. He made sure you were completely at his mercy all the time, and you didn’t know about the trick he had up his sleeve. The last time he interrogated you, he made sure he got in your head. “You really think you aren’t going to tell me?”

“Since I’m not a rat, you won’t be getting anything out of me.”

He nodded and sighed. “Ivar knows you’re here.” He smirked when he saw your eyebrows raise. “You were the prize in that raid. He had an old debt, you were the payment.” You dropped your head, tears welling in your eyes. Was this true? No, Ivar wouldn’t trade you, he loved you too much. “We’re still figuring out what to do with you, since you are ours to do with as we please now.”

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, a smirk playing on his lips. You scoffed, “I won’t be your whore.”

Aethelwulf chuckled a bit. “Sweetheart, you might not have a choice.”

Ivar, Bjorn, and Ubbe worked tirelessly to make a deal with the English to get you back. Ivar barely slept, he always tried to reach for you in the night but came up empty. When he was by himself, he cried at his loss, fearing he would never see you again, or you would come back in pieces- whether your mind was in pieces, or your physical state. His work in the club got more intense, he rode alone at night, worked on the bikes or cars in his free time, anything to keep himself distracted.

Now, sitting at the table with just his brothers, they waited for him to look at anything but the wall. Ubbe glanced at Bjorn every now and then to see if he would say anything. When a few minutes passed, Bjorn put a hand on Ivar’s shoulder and brought him out of his daze. “Ivar, we are going to get her back.”

He nodded. “I just don’t want her to be abused. I am so worried her mind will come back to me broken.” The brothers didn’t respond to that, just assured him that they would get you back. They planned for days, negotiating back and forth with the English while Aethelwulf taunted them over the phone about what he was doing to you. As each day passed, Ivar got more and more aggressive and vengeful, wanting you back so badly. Now, today, Bjorn had news for Ivar. “What’s happening in the negotiations?”

“We’ve come to an agreement.” Ivar moved to the edge of his seat. “We will provide them with five more shipments of guns and they will find a new supplier, in return, they will give us Y/N back.”

Just days later, you were sat in the back of the black SUV, Aethelwulf’s sons sitting on either side of you, inspecting you while you shrank further and further into yourself. “Where are you taking me?”

“Shut up.” Aethelwulf barked from the front seat, and you let the rest of the ride pass in silence. The driver pulled up to an empty lot, save for the line of motorcycles on the other side of the field.

Your breath caught in your throat when you saw three of them approaching the SUV, guns hung at their sides. “Ivar.” You breathed it like it was a prayer. He had come for you, he was here. The two boys beside you scoffed, but you paid no mind, all you could do was stare. His hair was braided back, his sharp and handsome features standing out, his leather kutte clinging to his shoulders in the sweltering heat of the day. Aethelwulf knocked on the back window and the boy scooted out, reaching back in to pull you across the seat and out into the light. Aethelwulf cut the bonds on your hands but held onto your wrists, leaning in to whisper in your ear. You could hear Ivar protesting him touching you in the background.

“You’re lucky they had the guns, you would have made a great meal for my men.” He growled it to you and then shoved you toward Ivar. You ran to him, across the dusty field to his open arms, crashing into him. His strong arms held you up and spun you around, his fingers digging into your skin to keep you in place.

You were crying, holding onto him as tightly as you could. He dropped you onto the ground, his back bending to accommodate your height difference. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” Ivar held you tight while he held your face in his hands, kissing you hard and feverishly, your hands dropping to his waist. You were finally home, finally there with him, and you could never be happier to be with this man.

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Hi, I really like your writing! Can you do a very angsty Bellamy x Reader please? Reader confesses to Bellamy, but he rejects her. She's not one to dwell on things, so she moves on, but while she's moving on, he realizes he does love her. But when he tells her that he's sorry and that he loves her, she's already moved on and with someone else? Can you have reader say this: "You caused yourself this pain. You caused me pain. But not anymore. I've moved on. And its time you move on too." Thanks!

Yes, thank you!

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Could u do a BBC merlin x reader where you both get kidnapped or smthg and have to find a way out and he gets all worried when he can't and it's rlly angsty but then you find a way out and it ends with "I could kiss you" and he does. Sorry lol random idea.

I’ll try, thanks for the request!

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Hello hun, I don't know if you are still taking requests but if you are would you be willing to do a Merlin one shot for me? If you could, could you making dealing with Arthur getting injured in battle for Camelot. Thank you. xx

Of course! xx

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abnegation p.3 [eric coulter]

summary: you’re taken into Erudite, where Eric takes matters into his own hands

WARNINGS: swearing

A/N: last part in this series, I have had such a lovely time writing this, thank you for supporting it!

p. 1 | p.2

Erudite was unforgiving, so was the cell you were forced to stay in. Eric had tried to come see you on multiple occasions, but you never talked to him- it was too painful to look at him. You could only think about that day, the day when he found you back in the Dauntless compound. All of the leaders had moved to Erudite, so you got in the back way, jumped off the building and when to raid for supplies. But you didn’t expect him.

The kitchen was still stocked with supplies, it would be a good place to come back to when you needed more. The food supplies you had ran out days ago, so you were weakened from the lack of it. Compared to the life that the compound used to hold, this was so dead, so cold. You stuffed your pack full and then left the kitchen, making sure to grab a few bottles of water as well. It was unfortunate that you couldn’t stay long, but you had one more spot to go before you left.

The many stairs were a climb, the hallways winding together until you reached the top floor. Just two months ago you were happily climbing these steps to get to him, to enjoy him and relish in him. He made you feel so safe and secure, you only wished for that again, but how could it ever happen if he wouldn’t stop raiding factions? You rested your back against the wall while you caught your breath, your fingers curling and trying to dig into the hard stone. He would have been so happy to see you, greeted you with a big hug and a spin. You ached for that so badly, your whole body shook at the thought of being back in bed with him.

The apartment was more disheveled than when you had left those many months ago. Broken bottles of beer and scotch were scattered in one corner near the wall, blankets thrown back to expose the sheets on the bed. You smiled lightly and dropped the bag, snuggling down into the mattress and pulling the blankets up over you, curling your legs into your chest. “What are you doing here?” Before you pushed the blanket back, you grabbed the gun from inside your boot and pointed it in the direction of the voice.

He was here.

You took in a sharp breath and tossed the gun to the side, running to meet him when he opened his arms wide. The distance closed quickly, his strong arms closed around you and you jumped, legs wrapping around his hips to hold yourself in place. His scent was intoxicating, everything about him was enticing, and now he was here with you. One hand ran up your spine to hold the back of your head, the other moving down to your butt to help hold you up. He chuckled and then began whispering in your ear. “If I had a dollar for every time I wanted to see you in that bed again.” You grinned and dropped your legs, kissing him. He moaned a bit, turned and pushed you against the wall, kissing you feverishly, lips moving in sync. The passion was building faster and faster, Eric’s mouth moving down to your ear and then grazing his teeth against the skin on your neck, kissing a wet trail down to your collarbone. His hands moved to your waist and turned you around, pressing your front against the cold stone while he pulled your shirt off your shoulder, a hand pulling your arms behind your back, the other gripping your hair to tip your head back. “I’m sorry, kitten.”

Before you could even open your eyes, a pair of cold cuffs were slipped onto your wrists, and Eric’s men filed in to flank you. “What the fuck, Eric?” He wouldn’t look at you, he wasn’t even sure if he could. Eric hated to do this to you, but the alternative to this was horrifying for him. “What ever happened to loving me?”

“I still do, I’m just following orders.”

“This isn’t love, Eric.”

The door to your cell opened and he stepped in. You didn’t have to look to know it was Eric, he was the only one that visited you. He sat on the edge of your bed, his hand resting on your shoulder. You flinched, but part of you loved that he still touched you, still wanted to offer you comfort. “I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I still love you, Y/N.” No response. “Jeanine won’t do any tests on you, I made sure of that.”

Finally, you sat up in the bed and faced him. “I’m not Divergent, why would you test me?”

“You’re a sympathizer.”

“What do you want? A gold star for the effort?” He reached out to take your hands, but you pulled them away and got off the bed. “Get out.”

“Y/N-”

“I said get out!” You screamed.

Eric nodded and stood, walking slowly to the door. “I love you.” His stature filled the door frame. “And I’m going to help you. Even if it’s the last thing I do.”

Every day he came, until eventually you trusted him again. You could now leave the cell as long as you had Eric with you, or someone escorting you to Eric’s room. Jeanine had been hovering around your cell, but Eric always managed to scare her off. He protected you from out there, you knew that now, and he told you about the choice that he had to make before he saw you in his apartment. Jeanine had told him that he didn’t find you and bring you in, she would have people hunting you, and they would bring you in dead.

The day was brand new when your cell door opened. You finished pulling on the blue tank top and jeans, and turned to face whoever it was. The blonde woman exuded power and cunning, her clipboard seemed glued to her chest and her knuckles were white from her grip. You chuckled a bit and motioned to her tense state. “What do you think I’m going to do to you in here? Relax a little before you have to be a cunt.”

She smiled a bit, her clipboard dropping to her side. “Eric is quite fond of you.”

“What does that matter to you?”

“I cannot have him softened by you. The fight is going well, and I need him to be the best he can be.” You didn’t say anything. What were you supposed to say? You couldn’t change her mind about Divergents, you couldn’t get her to stop testing people, so there was no reason for her to be here. “Can I ask you for an interview? I want to know why you pity them.”

“You can ask, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to provide.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I can force you.”

“And you think Eric will fight for you if you hurt me?”

Jeanine shrugged. “I don’t use Eric for his brains. If he’s too braindead to take care of you, that will solve that. And as for you? I promise, you won’t see many more peaceful days in this cell, I will track your mind 24/7 if that is what it takes. I will run you until you die.” She turned on her heel and began walking to the door.

“Is that a threat?” You asked her, your heart was pounding in your chest.

“That’s a promise.”

Eric’s face fell when you told him about Jeanine’s visit. Your hands were twined with his, your eyes were watching for any sign of realization, but his were trained on the floor. “No, no she told me she wouldn’t.”

“Eric, promises like that don’t mean anything coming from her.” He dropped your hands and stepped back from you. “Eric, you have to get me out of here as soon as possible. She will kill me.” Eric didn’t respond, he kept backing up until he hit the door, and then he knocked on it so that the security guard would let him out. “No, Eric help me, please.” You ran to take his hand. “Eric come with me, we can have a life together, like we wanted.” The door opened and Eric rushed out, taking one last look at you through the glass before he ran down the hall.

It was only a few days later when three men came to take you out of your cell, Jeanine with them. She grinned when she saw you. “So you told him about our little visit. Did you think he would believe you?”

“He won’t let this go very far.”

“Eric is currently… indisposed.” You looked at the ground, unable to do anything else. You couldn’t fight three guys, not of their stature. They surrounded you, cuffed you, and began leading you out of the cell. The halls of Erudite were crisp white, unforgiving, just like the walls of Dauntless. You so wanted those days back, when you would laugh and run through those halls again.

You lost count of how many turns you took, but the hope that Eric would find you was diminishing quickly. All the walls looked the same, how did they even remember where to go? You tried not to think about what she would do to you, tried to remember all the good things that had happened to you so far, good memories with Eric, even if he didn’t want to believe you about this one thing. Jeanine stopped suddenly, you crashed into her back, making her stumble. “Eric, what the hell are you doing?”

“You said nothing would happen to her.”

“Who let you out?” Before you could even think about what was happening, you heard bone collide with bone behind you, and then Eric threw Jeanine into the wall. You reacted, swinging your arms back into one of the guards faces and then spun, putting your hands around his neck, the chain linking the cuffs pressing into his skin, up and holding pressure there until his struggling body went limp and he feel against you. You went through his pockets to find the keys to the cuffs while Eric and Peter held the other guards attention. When you didn’t find them, you went to Peter, who was being pushed against the wall and punched repeatedly. You drove your hands into his stomach, curled into fists. He groaned and doubled over, giving you the opportunity to hold onto his back and push your knee into his groin. Peter finished it off by throwing his foot into his nose. Eric finished off the last guy just as Jeanine got up, you searched his pockets and unlocked the cuffs, letting them drop onto the ground. Eric had his fists raised to hold off Jeanine, he hesitated to punch her. “You won’t hit me, Eric.”

“I will.” You ran at her and heard the crack of the nose, and then you held the nape of her neck, slamming her forehead into the wall a few times. Eric grabbed your hand and led you through the winding hallways until you reached the common area. He pushed people down the stairs as you ran, and then finally you went through the doors. “Where are we going?”

He stopped and looked around the city, finally pointing to the train tracks above you. “We go there. Come on.” You began the climb up the metal poles to catch the train that was going by, and when you reached the top, you began to run. Eric was much better at this than you, and immediately jumped on board, opening the door to a train car. He reached out and grabbed your hand as soon as he could, pulling you up to him and falling against the back of the train.

After you caught your breath, you looked up and smiled. “We did it, we’re out.” Eric leaned down and kissed you, pulling your body close to his. “Where are we going to go?”

He kissed you again, long and slow, slipping his tongue onto your bottom lip. “I don’t know. Somewhere, we’ll find a home.”

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the scene that fucked me up for the rest of my life

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anatagonize [sweet pea]

summary: Reggie always flirts with you, Sweet Pea always intervenes, and then things get violent.

WARNINGS: swearing, hitting, jealous! Sweets

a/n: my first riverdale imagine [hopefully among many more] for my baby sweets! [discalimer: i have nothing against Regge;s characters, he was just convenient for this plot]

As soon as you closed the door to your locker, you saw a letterman jacket across a white shirt, a handsome face looking down at you. Reggie. Who else, really? Ever since you transferred from South Side High, Reggie was intent on hooking you. Whether he wanted in to your panties or the dealings in the Whyte Wyrm, you weren’t sure. Your boyfriend, Sweet Pea, was exceedingly jealous of Reggie, no matter how many times you assured him that you were his. You sighed and turned your back to the football player. “Can I help you, Reggie?”

“No, but I can help you.” He jogged a bit so that he could get in front of you, put a hand on the edge of the books in your arm to stop you. “A milkshake from Pop’s always does a girl good.”

You pried his fingertips off of your stuff and gave him a half- hearted smile. “I’m flattered, really, but nothing has changed since the last time you asked me. I’m still with Sweets, and I’m still not interested. Go find some other girl to prey on, I’m sure most of them crave your attention here.” You tried to step past him, but he followed your steps, mimicking you every way you went. “What the fuck do you want, Reggie? I already said no.”

He chuckled. “A little fiesty, aren’t we?” You rolled your eyes, and he put his hands up in mock defense. “Listen, I’m just interested in you, that’s all.”

Before you could answer, a leather clad arm wrapped around your shoulder, and Sweet Pea’s fingers tilted your chin so that you were looking up at him, the perfect angle to mold his lips over your own. His index and thumb held your chin right there while he kissed you, passionately and fervently, putting a message across to Reggie to stay the hell away. Sweets ran his tongue over your bottom lip and kissed you once more, smiling as he pulled away. “Goodbye, Reggie.” The football player was glaring as he walked away with you, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. Once you were alone, Sweet Pea began to talk. “Jughead is planning something to save South Side. We’re chaining ourselves to the building and going on a hunger strike, so I’ll be there for a few days.”

“Sweets, I have never known you to be political.”

“It was never personal before. But the South Side is disappearing, and I don’t know where I will go without it.”

You stopped and turned to him, leaning onto your tiptoes to reach his lips. “You’ll be wherever I am.” He kissed your nose, and you smiled. “I’m in.”

Sweet Pea wouldn’t let you be chained to the school, so you settled for hanging out on the sidewalk with them. Everyone was leaned back against the marble of the school, blankets that you had brought them wrapped around shoulders and placed underneath cold butts. You were curled in between Sweet Pea’s long legs, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, all covered by the blanket. You had been sitting there for hours, in the dead of night, shivering and trying to keep each other warm.

By daytime, a crowd gathered. You chained yourself to the others this time, wanting to join in promoting the message. The crowd was mostly supportive, but there always had to be opposers.

You recognized the letterman jackets immediately. A head of red hair was leading the pack of boys, Reggie right next to him. When the boys made it to the front of the crowd, they spread out in front of you all. Reggie was in front of you and Sweets. Sweet Pea’s hand went to your opposite hip and he pushed you behind him, your hands still on his arm. “You’re letting her stand out in the cold with no food?” Reggie taunted Sweet Pea, and you saw his fist clench, the skin of his knuckles going white. “I could take better care of her, make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble, like she is now.”

Sweet Pea took a step forward, but you squeezed his arm, twisting so that you were in front of him, as close to his chest as you could get, hands on the lapels of his jacket. “Sweet Pea, don’t listen to him.” You put your hand on his cheek, he looked down to you. “I love you, you don’t have anything to prove.”

He seemed to relax a bit, but Reggie prodded him once again. “She needs more than anything you can give her.”

Everything happened so fast, the chains were long enough for Sweet Pea to reach Reggie, and he lunged forward, landing a solid punch right to Reggie’s jaw, a bit of blood spilling out onto his lips. Reggie raised the bat in his hand and smacked Pea’s arm, both boys grunting from the force. You screamed and pushed Sweets back, hoping Reggie would realize that it was not the time to fight. “Stop!” You screamed, and they both stopped. “Just stop!” Sweet Pea relaxed, and now you turned to Reggie, your back still against Sweet Pea’s chest. “This was a peaceful protest until you came here. You antagonize him, and then get mad when he fights back. Why can’t you just leave him alone?”

The whole crowd had gone silent, and now Archie made his way to Reggie, clapping a hand down onto his shoulder. “Come on man, we gotta get outta here.”

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

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