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dailymallek · 3 years

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Went with something a little different, and decided to make it a life or death situation in which Mallek’s mind powers awaken.

Thanks again for the ask anon, I had a lot of fun writing this piece!

- mod kai

“So you’ve never tried to see if you have them?!” Diemen yells, his voice suggesting he’s genuinely shocked by the other’s casual statement.

“Nope… In the almost nine sweeps of my life, I’ve never tried to see if I have them, let alone use them.” Mallek shrugs, grabbing his drink from the vending machine.

“Whoa… Never?” He looks at Mallek who just shakes his head in response to him. Diemen takes a bite from his hot dog. “Mmm… I thought all bluebloods had a different mental power?” His words are mixed with his chewing.

“Not all of us… Some blues can develop more manipulative psychic powers as opposed to your caste’s telekinesis, or a gold’s psionic powers…” Mallek explains before taking another big swig from his drink.

“But it’s still a rarity, like… 20, 22% of us can get the power.” They start walking off back to Mallek’s hive.

“Ah, okay…” Diemen takes another bite from his snack. “But you’ve never tried to see if you have them?”

“Not really, it’s never been an interest of mine to explore…” Mallek responds, his focus was always on his hacking, and information gathering, he wasn’t keen on learning about his potential psychic powers.

“Oh, well if you're sure. Still, it’d be pretty cool if you could.” Diemen finishes his hot dog, a satisfied grin, wiping some of the crumbs off his lips. “That would be a cool thing for us to have in common. We’d be psychic BROS.” Diemen makes a gesture, imagining something cool.

“Psychic BROS huh?” Mallek chuckles, he always found his friend’s energetic behavior always refreshing, overall he was just great to be around.

“In that case, how can I not wanna try it?” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but he lowkey feels that he and Diemen would be a little closer if they had something they shared.

“Really?” Diemen was a little eager, he was being serious about the two of them becoming psychic bros. “You don’t have to if it's something that doesn’t interest ya.”

“It’s worth a shot, and I don’t have any plans for the next few days. Let’s give it a shot.” Mallek smiles at the look of excitement on his friend’s face.

The next couple of days the pair spend the time trying to see if Mallek has any psychic powers, Diemen suggested that they try using the methods that rustbloods use to practice their telekinesis. A few books of telekinesis for beginners, some focusing techniques, however, it was all in vain, Mallek tried everything but he couldn’t manifest them. They even found a small book documenting other bluebloods’ psychic abilities, not a lot on how to activate them. But unfortunately, they were looking at this from the technical perspective, there were many angles to look at this from.

Mallek and Diemen were sitting in the park, Mallek was sitting on the grass, while Diemen was on the bench, holding a small bag of hot dogs as if it was a bag of popcorn. The blueblood looked a little exhausted, their latest attempt to make Mallek’s powers manifest was to exercise his body, having him run laps around the park. Mallek was still in the process of catching his breath, his hoodie was on the ground next to him, pale blue sweat running down his forehead.

“Well… It was worth a shot.” Diemen toss his friend a water bottle, Mallek catches it, taking desperate gulps from the bottle, before squirting some of the cooling liquid all over his face.

“Fuck… I don’t think this is worth it dude.” Mallek lays there on the cool grass, still gasping for air.

“We tried everything, I guess you're not in the 22%...” Diemen was more bummed than Mallek probably was, all their attempts hadn’t even caused a spark of power, nothing. “Sorry about that. But hey, at least we tried.”

“This was a total bust…” Mallek sighs, slowly sitting back up.

“You wanna grub dog?” Diemen offers one of his succulent meat products to Mallek.

“No, I’m fine… Let’s just go back.” Slowly he gets to his feet, a strained feeling around his legs, back, and arms.

“Alrighty.” Diemen hops off the bench, cradling his bucket of meat.

“It’s a shame, it would've been interesting to see if I could use any, but whatever.” Mallek isn’t too disappointed, again it was a big deal for him if he had powers, he was mostly attempting this for Diemen’s interests.

“Yeah, it would’ve been cool.” Diemen inhale another hot dog, consuming it in a matter of seconds. They exit the park and are now walking down the street.

While they were speaking, far ahead of them walking towards them was a large purpleblood, he was bleeding from his forehead, his clothing was torn, and his face a mix of anger and exhaustion. It looks like he had gotten into a fight, some of the blood on him was of different colors. His eyes were half-open until he saw Mallek and Diemen ahead of him, his vision then focused more on the shorter burgundy troll, gritting his teeth.

Mallek glances up and sees the purple, immediately feeling uneasy while Diemen is focused on their conversation and his snack. When they finally reach each other, the purple deliberately shoves into Diemen rather aggressively, making him drop his hotdog bucket, his eyes open up wider, a look of shock, before a surprising look of rage fills Diemen’s face. Mallek bites his lower lip, but before he can even attempt to calm his friend down.

“Are you KIDDING ME?! What the hell!” He yells at the purple who ignores him of course still walking away. “What’s your damage you clown ASSHOLE!”

That insult makes the purple troll stop, slowly turning around, his eyes glaring at both of them.

“Shit…” Mallek firmly grabs hold of Diemen’s shoulder, gripping it a little tightly, the rustblood glances at his friend and sees the somewhat frightened expression on Mallek’s face.

“Take it easy… We’ll move on and just ignore my friend.” Mallek speaks clearly but his tone was clearly nervous. Diemen gives the purple another look, scanning him up and down, and realizes how unstable he looks.

The clown snarls back at them, bearing his claws, he begins walking over to them. Mallek and Diemen cautiously step back, but with each step they make, the closer the purpleblood moves to them. Why does it have to be like this, Mallek thinks, why couldn’t he just ignored them, why did he have bump into Diemen, why did every highblood have to be a particular asshole to the lower castes just because they felt like it or in this jerk’s case, he was having a bad day and wanted to take it out on them. His hoverboard would’ve really come in handy, but he decided not to bring it with him, and he had to park his car too far away from the park, like an idiot.

“Hey, hey, there’s no need for t-” Mallek is cut off when the larger troll connects his fist with Mallek, he stumbles back, he receives another punch this time to his stomach, a look of pain twists into his face before he hits the ground hard.

Diemen doesn’t even have time to react when the subjugglator roughly grabs him by the collar of his shirt, lifting him off the ground, this troll was more than twice his size, kicking his feet against the air, trying to pull himself out of the troll’s grip. With little effort, the clown throws Diemen into the ground, a loud groan of pain when the small troll hits the hard concrete. The enraged clown begins whaling on Diemen, each time he fist hits him, or he kicks him, a noise or grunt escapes his mouth.

Mallek sees the larger troll attacking his friend, he quickly gets back to his feet, rushing to Diemen’s aid, the purpleblood sees him coming and before Mallek can even land a hit, the other grabs hold him and throw him over his shoulder, he hits the ground once again. To add further insult he swiftly kicks Mallek in his side making, him coughs up blood, clenching his teeth in pain, the clown snarls at Mallek before turning back to Diemen, his nails extended into claws, as he advances on Diemen…

“N-no… S-stop, leave him alone…” Mallek tries to get back to his feet, reaching out to the troll. “Stop…” He manages to get to his knees.

“I said to

” Mallek raises his hand out, his voice booms, echoing throughout the area, his eyes shut tightly in anger. His other hand was balled into a fist, shaking. He was tense all over with rage, a fit of deep anger, but there was another sensation, something new. A tingling feeling that rolls over him like waves.

It’s quiet, he can no longer hear the heavy footsteps of purpleblood. Mallek slowly opens his eyes, afraid to see what was happening, if Diemen was okay. Peeking at the sight before him, his eyes immediately shoot open in shock. To Mallek’s surprise, the other was standing still like a statue, frozen in place, his eyes were now filled with a blue aura, and on his forehead was now the glowing symbol of Mallek’s sign floating there in place.

“W-what…” Mallek gets back to his feet slowly, confused by what he was seeing. He then stares at his palm that he tried to reach out with, faintly glowing like the purpleblood.

“No way.” He realizes what’s happening, what he’s done. But there wasn’t time to stop and think about this, he goes to Diemen, checking on him. “Diemen, are you okay?” He gently shakes his friend, Diemen grumbles, slowly opening his eyes.

“Mallek?” Fresh blood drips from Diemen’s forehead, holding his head in pain. “What just hap-” He stops when he looks over to see the subjugglator frozen in place, glowing blue.

“Whoa… What’s going on?” Diemen takes a cautious step forward.

“Hey, don’t go near him.” Mallek grabs hold of Diemen, who just brushes him off, moving carefully towards the clown. “Dude… You did this?”

“Nevermind that, come on, let’s go before it wears off.” Mallek was eager to leave, he doesn’t know how long this will last. “Come on.” He makes another attempt to pull his friend away, but not before Diemen delivers a hard, swift kick to the frozen purpleblood’s crotch.

“Diemen!” Mallek yanks his friend’s arm, rushing away with him, turning the corner of the street in the direction of his car, once they were far enough the psychic link was severed and the purpleblood was released from the control. It was like waking from a dream and feeling the sting from Diemen’s kick, he drops to his knees holding his pained area, confused by what just happened.

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heauxplesslydevoted · 5 years

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The Two Sides of Dr. Ramsey (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Summary: A group of interns are introduced to the surprisingly soft side of Ethan Ramsey

Warnings: None

Tag List: @x-kyne-x @paulfwesley @ramseyandrys @choicesobsessedd @a-i-n-a-a-s-h @sparklinglilac @cream-ray @perriewinklenerdie @barricades-of-freedom @dr-brianna-casey-valentine

So I got the inspiration for this from the lovely @hatescapsicum and their post. It ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated, but whatever As always, enjoy!

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“You. What’s your name?”

The young intern looks up and sees Dr. Ethan Ramsey all but glaring at her. She gulps. She knows she's screwed. Big time.

“M-me?”

“Obviously, you. I’m talking to you. What’s your name?” Ethan asks again.

“Dr. Miranda Brown.”

“Well, Dr. Brown, can you please explain to me why your patient’s wife is threatening to sue this hospital?”

Miranda stammers, afraid of saying the wrong thing and further ingraining herself in Dr. Ramsey’s wrath. She turns to her partner, and fellow intern, Dr. Anderson, hoping for some backup.

“Don’t look at her, she can’t answer for you. You’re the one who made the call, you’re the one who needs to explain herself.”

So, Miranda messed up. Okay, she totally fucked up. She accidentally gave a patient the wrong medication and he had an allergic reaction.

“I gave the patient the wrong medication,” Miranda mumbles, looking at her shoes. She’s too afraid to look him in the eye.

“And how does one manage to give their patient the wrong medication?” Ethan prods.

“I didn’t check the chart.”

“You didn’t check the chart.” Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose. “You just ran into his room, guns blazing, hoping to spring into action and look heroic. Looking at a patient’s chart is literally the first thing you are supposed to do when you take on a patient and enter their room. Did you not learn that in medical school because I’m sure it’s one of the first things you’re taught. But at the same time, it is plain common sense and you shouldn’t have to be taught to do the absolute bare minimum.”

“I’m sorry. It was a mistake, everything was happening so fast, I just–”

“Its a hospital, Dr. Brown,” Ethan interjects. “Things happen fast around here, and if you can’t keep up, you don’t deserve to be here. If you make another mistake as asinine as this one, I will have you–”

“Dr. Ramsey!” Another voice cuts in and Miranda looks up. It’s a resident, Dr. Naomi Valentine. She puts her hand on Ethan’s forearm, and he lets out a soft sigh.

Ethan’s wrath is instantly tamed and he turns to the younger doctor. Miranda notices the shift in energy, but she doesn’t press the issue. She notices Dr. Valentine is sporting a small baby bump. She couldn’t be more than 4 months along. Figures. Even Dr.Ramsey wouldn’t yell at a pregnant woman. “What is it, Rookie?”

Naomi points down the long hallway. “Dr. Banerji needs to see you in his office. He said it’s urgent.”

Ethan scans her entire face, before his eyes travel down the rest of her. “Naveen didn’t page me.”

“Well I was just in his office, and I told him I’d relay the message.”

“Did he at least tell you what he wants?”

Naomi shakes her head. “No. Just told me to tell you that he requests your presence.”

“Alright. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Naomi watches as Ethan stalks off, mumbling under his breath as he leaves. Once he’s gone, she turns back to the two interns. “Between is three, Dr. Banerji doesn’t want him. I just saw him ripping you a new one, and had to break in.”

“Won’t he get mad at you for lying?”

Naomi dismisses the question with a flick of her wrist. “I can handle him.”

“Thank you for the save, Dr. Valentine.”

“Are you okay?” Naomi asks. “You’re Dr. Trinh’s interns, right?”

“Yeah.” Miranda bites her lip, hard, in an attempt to not cry. “He’s just such...an ass!” Naomi giggles at the insult. “I messed up, but that doesn’t give him the right to be such a jerk to me! Accosting me like this in public is humiliating. It’s like he gets off on being an asshole.”

“I get it. On my first day at this hospital, Dr. Ramsey completely tore me to shreds. And he continued to do so for what felt like forever.”

“How did you manage?”

“I’m stubborn,” Naomi answers “I eventually wore him down.”

“Do you have super powers or something?”

“I wish. Things would’ve been a lot easier if I did. But trust me, Ethan’s bark is worse than his bite. He’s a great doctor who truly cares about his patients and this hospital, and he really wants everyone here to be their very best. Just do your best, and don’t be afraid to ask for help if you feel overwhelmed or lost. He’d gladly help.”

Miranda scoffs. “I seriously doubt that.”

“Look, no one had a worse intern year than me, but I survived, and Dr. Ramsey turned out to be one of my strongest allies when things got too tough.”

“What happened during your intern year?”

“It’s a long story that I’m sure anyone in this hospital would love gossiping with you about. The point I want you to take away from this is that you’re human.” Naomi digs into her coat and pulls out a small pack of tissues. She hands them over to Dr. Brown. “You’re going to mess up, you’re going to feel overwhelmed, you’re going to want to quit, and that’s all perfectly fine. This is really a one day at a time sort of situation, and as long as you’re giving 100 percent, there’s nothing else you can do.”

Miranda dabs the corners of her eyes with the tissue. “Thank you, Dr. Valentine.”

“There’s no need to thank me, I was in your shoes a few years ago. Now shake it off and keep moving, and don’t let him get you down.”

“Easier said than done.”

“But it can be done.”

~~/~~

It’s a few hours later when Naomi manages to slip into Ethan’s office. He’s quietly reading a book, his glasses dangling off the slope of his nose.

“Hi, Rookie,” he casually greets, not evening looking up.

“How did you know it was me? You didn’t even look up.”

“No one else in this hospital would dare enter my office without knocking,” Ethan replies.

“What’s yours in mine, baby. That’s how this marriage thing works, right?”

“I suppose so. Do I get to your cramped locker in the residents’ lounge?”

“I know you’re being sarcastic, but yes I would gladly share my locker with you.” Naomi walks behind Ethan’s leather chair and wraps her arms around his check. She drops a kiss onto his cheek. “How has your day been?”

“Long. Tiring.”

“Well, it’s almost over, we have one more hour,” Naomi says, always trying to be an optimist. She grabs onto Ethan’s shoulders, gently massaging them. “You’re so tense.”

“Don’t think a massage will make me forget that you sent me on a wild goose chase earlier. When I finally managed to track down Naveen, he said that there was no urgent message for me.”

“Busted.”

“Yes, you are busted.”

“Well I had to do something, Dr. Grumpy, you were going to rip that poor girl’s head off of her shoulders.”

“That ‘poor girl’ as you put it, gave her patient aspirin. If she would’ve checked his chart, she would’ve seen that he has a severe allergy. He went into anaphylaxis, and could’ve died.”

“But he didn’t.”

“He should have never been put into that situation in the first place, Naomi.”

She knows he’s serious because he actually used her first name, a rare occurrence. “True. And yes, she needs to learn, but I think you could’ve handled the situation better. That’s Sienna’s intern, did you at least tell her what happened?”

“No.”

“Sienna needs to know. And whether you like it or not, Edenbrook is a teaching hospital, and teaching requires patience. You really should dial it back with the intensity. These doctors aren’t going to live up to their potential if they have a boss who doesn’t believe in them.”

“This is a hospital. We are faced with stressful, life or death situations every single day. I don’t have time to coddle everyone, nor do I want to. You survived my teaching style just fine.”

“True, but I’m ridiculously stubborn, and I’ve never been afraid to argue or challenge you. Not everyone is like me.” Ethan mutters something under his breath that she doesn’t quite catch. She spins the chair around so Ethan’s looking at her. “If our baby made a mistake, would you publicly yell at and humiliate them?”

“What? Of course not!”

“But you yell at everyone else.”

“That’s different.” Ethan reaches out and gently touches Naomi’s growing belly. “This is our baby, they’re grown adults who know better.”

“These interns are no different than our future child. They’re human, they’re going to mess up, fall down, and make huge messes. And as their teachers, we’re going to have to be there for them, with a little patience and understanding.”

Ethan goes silent for a while, letting his wife’s words sink in. He grabs her hand and pulls her in closer, until she’s sitting on his lap. “You’re...right.”

“Of course I am. I’m the brains of this relationship, it’s why you married me.”

Ethan chuckles and kisses Naomi’s neck. “I definitely didn’t marry you for your humility.”

“So you’ll apologize to Dr. Brown?” Ethan ignores the question, opting to instead place more kisses on the column of Naomi’s neck. “Ethan?”

“Yes, dear, I will apologize.”

“Thank you.”

“Now do you want to talk some more, or can I keep kissing you?”

“Careful, this is what got me pregnant in the first place.”

Ethan smiles fondly at the mention of her pregnancy. “And how is our little peanut doing today?”

“They’re good. They’re making me feel fat today. I’m wearing one of your scrub tops.”

Ethan takes the tips of her fingers and kisses them. “You’re still beautiful.”

“And as my husband, you’re obligated to say that.”

“It’s the truth. You’re still as gorgeous as ever, even more so now that you’re growing our baby.”

“Sweet talker. Well since you’re the one who got me pregnant, you’re going to buy me a donut from the cafeteria.”

“I can live with that compromise, Missus Ramsey.”

The couple makes their way down to the main floor where the cafeteria was. Naomi wanders off to the vending machine in search of a drink, while Ethan stands in line for her pastry.

“Hello, Dr. Ramsey.”

Ethan perks up at the sound of his name. He turns around and sees that it’s Miranda, standing in line with a few of her fellow interns. “Dr. Brown.”

“I just wanted to say sorry for what happened earlier. It was a bad mistake, and it will never happen again.”

“There’s no need to apologize to me. Just apologize to the patient and his family, and let this be a learning opportunity.”

Miranda nods. “Of course.”

“In fact, I’m the one who owes you an apology,” Ethan admits. “I was out of line in the way I handled the situation. Yelling and berating you in front of your peers was inappropriate. I apologize.”

Miranda is stunned into silence. Ethan Ramsey is apologizing? To her? “Thank you! Apology accepted.”

Naomi walks back over to where Ethan is standing, a slight frown on her face. “The vending machine ate my dollar, so we need to tell Naveen that I need reimbursement.”

Ethan rolls his eyes. “I’ll give you a dollar. There’s no need to bother Naveen.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Well what were you trying to get out of the vending machine?”

“Fruit punch.”

“With your donut?” Ethan crinkles his nose in disgust at the combination. “That doesn’t sound appetizing at all. Wouldn’t you rather have milk? Or hot chocolate?”

“Your baby wants fruit punch,” Naomi insists, a hand cradling her stomach.

“We can go to the grocery store on the way home, and I’ll get you an entire 24 pack,” Ethan suggests as they move forward in line. “You can keep them in my office.”

“It’s not the same,” Naomi repeats. “And I’ll still be out of a dollar.”

“You and these pregnancy hormones.”

Naomi raises an eyebrow at her husband, almost as if she’s daring him to say something stupid. “And what about them?”

“Nothing.”

“So we’re going to go to Naveen’s office so I can get my dollar, and then you can buy me an entire case of fruit punch.”

“Sure.” Ethan knows this is a battle he won’t win, so he relents. Besides, he’s never been good at denying her whatever she wants. “Whatever you want, Rookie.”

Naomi slips her hand into Ethan’s and smiles up at him. “Thank you.”

Ethan lifts their joined hands and kisses her knuckles. “You’re welcome.”

Miranda watches the scene unfold, dumbfounded. She turns to her friends who are just as confused as she is. Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Valentine are a thing? And they’re having a baby?

“You guys are together?” Miranda blurts out. The questions flies out of her mouth so fast, she doesn’t even have time to stop herself.

Naomi and Ethan look back at her, finally coming out of their own little solipsistic bubble. Naomi nods. “Been married for 6 months now.”

“Married?” Miranda looks down and sure enough, Ethan is sporting a platinum Cartier wedding band on his left ring finger. But Naomi isn’t. “You don’t have a ring.”

“I do, actually. This pregnancy is making me swell like crazy, so I can’t wear it right now.”

“You didn’t change your last name?”

“It was getting confusing when people would ask for a certain Dr. Ramsey, and the other would come, so everyone still calls me Dr. Valentine,” Naomi explains with a shrug.

Miranda feels her face heat up. She called Ethan an asshole and a jerk, to his wife! In that moment, she wants the earth to open up and swallow her. “I had no idea.”

“We aren’t shouting it from the rooftops,” Ethan says with a shrug. “This is a hospital, we’re professionals with jobs to do, but it’s no secret.”

“Of course! I didn’t mean it like–I don’t...I didn’t know,” Miranda says. This feels like a mind fuck. She never pictured that Ethan Ramsey would be happily married, especially to someone as nice as Dr. Valentine. “I’ll just shut up now.”

“Smart choice.” Ethan quickly orders a chocolate sprinkle donut for his wife and pays. “See you all tomorrow.”

Ethan and Naomi get out of line and move away from the shocked group of interns.

“Well that entire experience was...mind boggling,” Miranda says after a minute of silence.

“Dude, who would’ve thought that Dr. Ramsey was–“

“Capable of expressing human emotions other than rage?”

“Married?”

“So fucking whipped!”

“He’s not whipped, doofus. He’s a grown man in love. But you wouldn’t know anything about that, Vasquez.”

“He’s whipped,” the young intern repeats. “Whipped like spreadable butter. He completely folded like a lawn chair when it comes to Dr. Valentine.”

“Ahem.” Someone obnoxiously clears their throat behind them, and they all turn around. It was Ethan, glaring at them.

“Dr. Ramsey! We were just–”

“You.” Ethan points to the intern who was talking about him. “You’re on the graveyard shift for the rest of the week.”

“But I–”

“Never mind, let’s make it the next two weeks,” Ethan adds. “And anyone else who would like to make comments about me can join him.” When no one else speaks, Ethan smirks. “That’s what I thought. Have a nice nice, everyone. While your friend here is spending his keeping the janitors and the insomniacs company, my whipped ass will be spending it with my beautiful wife.”

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sparkles-and-trash · 6 years

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Stalker, Chapter 3

A Sweet Pea x Reader fanfiction

“You keep on talking, shut it up You keep rubbing salt into the cut Broke the cycle, need to reconstruct”

Warnings: Abusive behavior (stalking), swearing, use of the homophobic f-slur, fighting, sexual content in later chapters

Word count: 3.K

Notes: Tag list is still open, let me know if you want to be on it! I might have lost control over it a little bit, so if you’ve asked to be added and aren’t on it on this chapter, let me know!! Also, I don’t dislike Chuck as much after the Carrie episode, but he was voted to be the guy Y/N doesn’t get along with, so ofc I made him worth not liking, so don’t hate me for that please, haha!

Ships: Sweet Pea x Reader, Kevin x Fangs (later chapters), Choni, Bughead, Varchie

Summary: Y/N is a Senior at Riverdale High with her best friends Kevin and Cheryl, and lives mostly on her own on the Southside of Riverdale. But when she starts getting weird notes, letters and pictures delivered to her, and as the feeling of being followed seems to be very real, she finds herself getting help from unexpected places and people to keep her safe, and to find out who is stalking her.

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 -

Sweet Pea’s POV

Ever since Southside High shut down a couple of years ago, Sweet Pea had genuinely tried to stay positive about getting to attend Riverdale High.

The facilities were great, the classrooms had wifi, the teachers were mostly good, and the electives were interesting. He even joined the basketball team last year.

But, nothing is ever perfect, and the school was proof of that.

Because, with a great school, came great jocks and assholes, like Reggie Mantle and Chuck Clayton, who both were currently standing around Y/N, chatting casually.

It took every ounce of self-control Sweet Pea had to keep him from going over there and tell them to fuck off, but it did help that Y/N didn’t show any signs of being uncomfortable.

It wasn’t like he was jealous or something, but with everything going on with her right now, he didn’t like people he didn’t really know hanging around her.

Also, he might have a tiny problem with how she was laughing and smiling with her ex, but he didn’t have time to think about that right now.

As if on cue, Josie entered the room, and Reggie hurried over to her to give her a kiss and take her hand, and then they left the student lounge. It seemed like the lounge were emptying out in general, as next period was about to start, but Sweet Pea had a free period, so he decided to just stay seated where he was.

It seemed like both Y/N and Chuck also had a free period, as none of them left their spot by the vending machine.

Now, however, Y/N didn’t seem to be very comfortable anymore, and just as Sweet Pea was considering going over there to find an excuse to get her away from Chuck, her eyes met his, and she was clearly silently asking for his help.

Sweet Pea tried his best to stay calm as he rose from his chair and walked over to Y/N and Chuck, but he could feel the anger stirring trough him already.

Chuck was leaning on the wall, towering over Y/N and clearly invading her space, but with the vending machine in her back and the wall to her side, there wasn’t really anywhere for her to avoid him.

The way the other boy so clearly invaded her space without a care made Sweet Pea’s blood boil.

“Hey, Y/N, do you have a minute to go over that English paper that’s due tomorrow?” he asked as casually as he managed, and Y/N looked up at him with a relived look on her face.

“Yeah, of course, I-” she started, but Chuck cut her off before she could finish.

“Bro, seriously?” Chuck asked him, and gave a sly smile.

Sweet Pea raised his eyebrows at the other boy.

“Seriously what, Bro?” he shot back, a mocking tone on the “bro” part.

Chucks smile disappeared quickly, as he took a step closer to Sweet Pea, looking him up and down.

“Just back off bro, Y/N were clearly busy talking to me, so your English can wait.”

Sweet Pea clenched his fists and took a slow breath.

“Well, Y/N just said she wanted to go, so if you don’t mind?” he said, and felt Y/Ns hand on him upper arm, softly holding him back.

“He’s not worth it, come on, Pea.” she said and shot Chuck a cold stare, and Sweet Pea couldn’t hold back a victorious smirk towards Chuck.

Just as they turned to leave, Chuck grabbed Y/Ns arm, and she flinched a bit, making Sweet Pea see red.

“Come on baby, why don’t just work on the paper with that little fag bff of yours later, and let Snake Boy here figure it out himself?”

Y/N‘s eyes went from annoyed to straight up furious in less than a second, but she didn’t even have time to open her mouth before Sweet Pea had whipped around and grabbed Chuck by the collar, slamming him against the wall.

“What did you just say, douchebag?” he growled in a dangerously low voice.

Chuck raised his palms and grinned slyly.

“Come on, Serpent, it’s true, isn’t it? The Keller kid is, indeed, a fag, and-”

Chuck didn’t get to finish that sentence however, as Sweet Pea’s fist connected with his jaw.

He was honestly planning on leaving after one punch, but when the other boy recoiled and slammed his own fist into Sweet Pea’s face, he lost it.

The combination of him harassing Y/N and the straight up homophobia, was enough to make Sweet Pea forget everything else, and just throw himself into the fight.

Luckily, only a few more punches were thrown before Chuck was on the ground clutching his nose, and Sweet Pea felt a small tug at him free hand, and realized Y/N was still in the room, right next to him.

“Come on, Rocky, let’s get out of here before someone comes in and starting throwing blame.” she said in a soft voice, and tugged his hand lightly again, and he found himself following her out of the lounge and towards the exit.

“Did you drive your bike today?” Y/N asked him, and he shook his head silently, eyes still focused on their intertwined hands.

“Well, I drove, so we can take my car.” she said simply, and Sweet Pea once again found himself unable to use his words to answer.

After a little more walking, he realized they had came to a holt, and look up to see Y/N looking at him with a worried glance.

“Here,” she said, and gave him a paper tissue, “it’s all I have, but it’s better than nothing until we get to your place.”

Sweet Pea just stared dumbly at her for a few seconds.

“Your lip, Sweet Pea, it’s busted, and I don’t want you to bleed all over my car!” she said with a small grin, and Sweet Pea felt himself grin back at her, even though his lip did, indeed, hurt quite a bit.

He looked behind her, and realized they were standing in front of a big, rather old, black Jeep Cherokee, and he look back at Y/N with raised eyebrows.

“Wait, this is your car?” he asked, shaking his head slightly.

“Yeah!” she grinned proudly, giving him a gentle nudge.

“Now, get in!”

Sweet Pea did what she told him, and got into the passenger side as Y/N climbed into the drivers seat.

"Do you like it?”

Sweet Pea turned towards her and raised his eyebrows.

“What..?” he mumbled, feeling stupid.

“The car!” Y/N laughed, as she started the engine.

Sweet Pea smiled a bit and shook his head.

“Yeah, it’s... not what I expected you to drive, I guess. But it’s cool.”

Y/N backed out of the parking space a bit too fast for Sweet Pea to believe she actually had control, but to his surprise she didn’t bump into anything.

“Honestly I got it because it reminded me of Jurassic Park, you know?” she said, as she drove out of the school property.

“I fucking love Jurassic Park.”

Sweet Pea couldn’t help but laugh, which he instantly regretted, both because it made his lip bleed more, and because it made Y/N look all amused.

“What? Dinosaurs are awesome. You live at Sunnyside, right?”

Sweet Pea nodded, to both statements, really, and Y/N looked pleased.

“Good. I’m gonna stitch you right back up, just wait and see.” she said as she was slamming her hands on the steering wheel to the song on the radio.

“What?” Sweet Pea asked, suddenly unnerved.

“Relax, I’m joking, I’m not gonna stitch anything, but I will fix your face back up.” she said, and shot him a stern look.

Sweet Pea felt a mix between excitement at the thought of him and Y/N alone at his trailer, and terror because of... well, thought of him and Y/N alone at his trailer.

“You really don’t have to-” her started, but she cut him off.

“No, don’t even start!” she said, sternly.

“You just fought a asshole defending both me and my best friend, the least I can do is help you fix up your face again.”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes, but at the same time couldn’t hold back a smile.

He didn’t really mind time alone with Y/N, and every moment he knew she wasn’t alone and potentially stalked or hurt by the crazy person doing the stalking, was a good moment to him.

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Y/N’s POV

Y/N was honestly already almost dead with embarrassment when she pulled her beloved Jeep up next to Sweet Pea’s trailer.

All that freaking dinosaur talk, what the hell was wrong with her?!

“Yeah, you can just stop right here, next to the bike.”

Sweet Pea’s voice luckily dragged her out of her trains of thoughts, right before she drove her car right into the poor guys trailer.

Yeah, maybe she wasn’t the best driver. Whatever.

They were both silent as she turned of the engine, and the two of the exited the car. Y/N walked a few steps behind him as he approached the trailer, taking a look around.

She had always been kind of fascinated with trailer homes, they looked so small on the outside and the inside was like... a house? Mind-blowing, honestly.

Sweet Pea cleared his throat as he turned the key around, and Y/N turned back to him, hurrying to catch up to him.

“Sorry it’s kind of messy, I wasn’t exactly expecting company today...” Sweet Pea mumbled, and Y/N waved her hand as if to wave away his words.

“Nah, it’s fine, it takes a lot to scare me.” she said as she followed him into the living room part of the trailer.

“Yeah, that’s what they all say.” Sweet Pea mumbled into the now blood-soaked tissue.

Y/N shook her head as she plopped down on the couch.

“Nuh-uh, my aunt is like an actual hoarder, we’re talking an actual on TV level hoarder.”

Sweet Pea’d eyes widened for a second and Y/N grinned, pleased to have taken him by surprise.

“You’re joking, aren’t you?” he asked, and Y/N sat upright and pointed an accusing finger at him.

“I am not, there’s an episode to prove it! Now, leave my taxidermy loving aunt alone, and get the medical kit I hope you have somewhere, so I can do what I came here do to, huh?”

Sweet Pea chuckled and rolled his eyes, but turned around and disappeared into what Y/N guessed was the bathroom, before he came back out a minute later, carrying an actual medical kit.

“Great, look at you, being all prepared!” Y/N smiled, as she got up and gestured for Sweet Pea to sit down at the couch.

As she opened the kit and messed around a bit to find what she needed, she could feel Sweet Pea’s eyes on her, and tried her best to seem cool and calm.

“Did you know they think dinosaurs may have had feathers?”

Great job, Y/N. If he wasn’t into you already, he’ll no doubt be now.

Idiot.

But Sweet Pea didn’t laugh at her, at least not to her face, he just looked up at her with a questioning look on his face.

“Is that what you think about when you see my face, dinosaurs with... feathers?” he asked, and Y/N couldn’t hold back a grin.

“What can I say, you’re like... really tall, you know? And that fighting technique you showed earlier was kind of T-Rex like, really.”

Sweet Pea finally gave in and let out a laugh, quickly causing him to wince as he stretched his mouth so his lip, who had just stopped bleeding, started bleeding again.

“Fuck.” he mumbled, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I know I’m amusing, but I would be great if you could keep it together for like, two seconds, as I work.” Y/N said sternly, earning her a small smile from the boy in front of her.

They both fell into a comfortable silence as Y/N finished cleaning and and bandaging up Sweet Pea’s face.

“There!” Y/N proudly exclaimed a few minutes later.

Sweet Pea looked up at her with raised eyebrows.

“You’re done?” he asked.

Y/N nodded as she cleaned up the medical kit.

“Yep.”

Sweet Pea got up and touched his lip and sore cheekbone carefully.

“Thank you, Y/N, seriously.” he said in a low voice, looking at her with a genuine look that made her knees weak.

“Pfft, don’t worry, you know, you were helping me first, remember?” she said, way too fast, but luckily Sweet Pea seemed to have heard her.

“Still, I really appreciate it.” he said, and Y/N nodded.

“And that asshole has it coming, seriously, who still uses words like that today? And talk about not taking a hint, what an douche, seriously.” he added, and once again, Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, he’s not exactly my favorite person either, you know?” she said and shivered.

Sweet Pea looked at her with narrowed eyebrows.

“You don’t think he could be the on who’s stalking you, do you?” he asked, and Y/N shrugged.

“I don’t want to say for sure it’s not, but I honestly don’t see him bothering to do something like that. And, I’m pretty sure the football team have had several practises and games while this person must have been around me.”

Sweet Pea nodded, and leaned on a counter with a serious expression, while Y/N sat back down on the couch..

“Did Jones an Cooper figure anything out?” he asked, and once again, Y/N shrugged.

“I don’t really know, to be honest, I haven’t seen them much. Cheryl talked about asking everyone who was there last weekend to meet up Friday or something, to talk.” Y/N looked down at her hands, biting her lower lip.

“It feels kind of stupid you know, making such a big deal out of this, and getting so many people involved.”

Sweet Pea shot her a surprised look, and quickly moved across the room to sit next to her on the couch.

“Are you serious?” he asked, and she shrugged sheepishly.

“This person roofied you, Y/N! And follow you around, watching you in your home, that’s some scary shit, and you should not be dealing with that alone!”

Y/N sighed, before she nodded a bit and gave Sweet Pea a small smile.

“I guess you’re right.” she said, as she checked her phone, to see it was way later than she thought, and she sighed.

“I should really get going, it’s Wednesday, and that’s the day my mother pretends to care, so she stops by to check that I’m still breathing!” Y/N said as she got up from the couch, and Sweet Pea did the same.

“That’s... nice?” he tried, and Y/N smiled as she shook her head.

“I honestly think she’s just scared I’ll run away or something, and it’ll end up with her and Mr. Sleaze having to look for me.” she said, as she slowly headed for the door.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes.

“Parents.” he mumbled, and Y/N nodded.

“You don’t say.”

They reached the door, and Y/N stopped with her hand at the handle, unsure of what to say.

“So, I... well, thanks for going all T-Rex on Chuck, Sweets.” she said, and Sweet Pea shook his head, a small smile on his face.

“Well, thanks for fixing my face and telling me about dinosaurs.” he said, and Y/N shook her head, smiling back at him.

“Well, I’ll... see yah?” she said, raising her eyebrows a bit and biting her lower lip.

“Yeah.” Sweet Pea nodded, a small smile on his face.

“And, you know... if anything happens, you can like, call or come over or whatever, okay?” he added, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Thanks, Sweet Pea, I will.” Y/N answered, as she made her way out the door, and into her car.

The whole afternoon left her all mixed up with so much anger at Chuck, and so much awkwardness from herself, and most off all, the nice conversation with Sweet Pea, and the uncharacteristically sweet things he had said as she left.

In fact, Y/N was so giddy and exited she didn’t even notice the note someone had carefully left under her window wipers until she was parked outside her house, and even then, she was way too stressed about her mother being home to do anything but stick the note in her pocket.

That was just the first mistakes on Y/N’s part in the next few days.

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